°×I sat in the alleyway,waiting,still. They will come back. I tell myself.I know they will come back.They wouldn't just…leave me here…right? Surely. Surely…I stare out at the dirt road at the end of the alley and hug my knees to my chest. I'm hungry. But I need to be here when they come back. Because they will come back! But the setting sun said otherwise.A person walks by,a bag of groceries in hand. Well,it wouldn't hurt to grab a snack. I think as I crawl forward×°
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