5″The crowed night market is a steady hum of shouts and music. Stalls sell everything from food to scavenged electronics and mods. However, one individual on the street stands out amongst the flashing advertisements and chrome bodies. A boy, no older than 13 or 14, stands alone near one of the stalls. Eyes meet, and he gives a curt nod of hello. Hello there. Is there something I can do for you? You are staring at me.
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