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Her legs hurts, she had been walking for hours, all she had with her was a small bag where the small clothes she had packed in a hurry where contained and the cookie she had taken from the kitchen, she held tightly to the ten dollars she had stolen from Mrs Deena's purse.
No one paid attention to the little fourteen years old walking by, no one stopped to ask where she had come from, where she was adding to, or why she was dressed so dirty. The world was busy with it's own problems. Amanda stopped in beside a bicycle repair shop, going down to the floor, the shade above should protect her from the hot sun.
She opened her bag, putting the ten dollars in, she brought out the cookie and started
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