Ellie was sat on the corner of a busy street in Seattle. Currently she was wearing her ratty knock-off conserve shoes covered in duct tape to hold them together, dirty jeans, and a ratty t-shirt. Between her and the wall she sat against, was her guitar case and atop that get ratty old backpack. In front of her was a small collection jar. If someone made a donation, she paused what she was doing to raise her hand to her chin and then held her palm up. But she never said a word. She was busking
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