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Eleven

Laurel Brown is running back home, her pace just a little faster than the normal jog. Her sky blue sleeveless shirt is pressing against her padded breast and a folded black hair is swinging behind her as each foot leaves and bounces on a different spot. She is oblivious of her surrounding, oblivious of the man in a ragged clothe and barefooted screaming at the top of his voice. Words that have no meaning, if they are to be considered words.
She doesn’t notice the lady stru
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