Im walking home from work late one night, I decide to take the alley way home as a short cut. Along the way I see a girl, laying by the side of the dumpster, she looks unconcious and cold. Her clothes are ripped and she is covered in small bruises what..? I whisper softly to myself, my eyes adjusting to the dark as I take in the girls appearance, she looks like she’s been hurt, I pick her up gently, her body cold, limp, and frail. I have to help take care of her
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