41β³The aisle of the uptown streets were never clean and empty. Filth and rancid aroma scattered around the gutters and the unmistaken shelters of homeless people. My footsteps were always heard by the civilians. Ears of civilians that have an immense hope for me. Rooting for a change. I walk across the street just to an unsuspecting woman being chased down by a stray dog... The dog dashes and leaps towards you. "You, woman. Assert your dominance on this mere canine. You can't die by a mere Rabies."
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