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              Another shitty day at work, another tiresome day at school, only for it to end off with him picking up some groceries. Wonderful life he has. He bought himself a TV dinner or two along with some bread for sandwiches. His grandmother already had the correct ingredients for tonight's breaded chicken. Along with the tea settling nic--A scoff echos through the air as emerald optics peer into the obscurity of an enclosed alleyway, created by two buildings that were just so close to each other; yet couldn't connect. An orange tail lights up the dusk of the abyss, causing him to walk forward, "Hey," giving a small click to his tongue, he crouches downwards, "what are you doing out this late?" As a hand outlines the collar hanging from his neck, an annoyed grunt is murmured, "you should get home. Your family is probably worried about you.

And that means you too, come out I can feel you staring at me." 

If I get ten “accents” I’ll record myself.

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