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The night was cold with the lucid moon being the only source in the dark. A brunette walked slowly in the deserted street; Only her and herself. Headphones on, music playing, soft footsteps and her hair slowly fluttering in the air.


After every step of hers, a sound of a basketball bouncing followed. Unknown to her, she sauntered back home.

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