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This is the first story I ever wrote, for MFU or otherwise.
It inspired me to write a longer piece that became, eventually Angels Unaware
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This is the first story I ever wrote, for MFU or otherwise.
It inspired me to write a longer piece that became, eventually Angels Unaware
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She kept to the shadows, her thin frame pressed against the filthy brick wall of the building as she edged her way down the alley. Dead leaves and odd bits of trash skittered about her feet, buffeted by the icy November wind as it blew in off the bay. It had snowed earlier in the day, and more was predicted for the evening rush hour. Shivering, the girl clutched the grimy edges of her cotton jacket closer for warmth, wishing for the thousandth time that she'd thought to bring a heavier coat. And hat. Gloves. Money.
Read on. Link takes you to AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/444537