The streets

Walking down the alley, your watch ticks 2am. Your red hair and blue eyes light up the night sky. Your boots trickle across the pavement. Your arms prickle with goosebumps. A woman in fur passes you by as her pearls dangle cockily. She’s not that kind of girl.

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