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· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐈 𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍୭ 🧷 ✧ ˚

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· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐈 𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍
୭ 🧷 ✧ ˚. ᵎᵎ 🎀
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𝐓𝐇𝐄 sun shone brightly overhead, its warm rays basking the surrounding buildings in golden light.

However, despite the warmth of the sun, a chilly breeze blew through the air, causing occasional goosebumps to appear on exposed skin.

Some African American boys and girls were huddled together in small groups, chatting amongst themselves as they played a game of tag, their laughter filling the air.

A few biracial kids stood out from the rest, a mix of African American and Caucasian heritage showing through their features.

Several mothers stood in small clusters nearby, all of them clad in stylish headwear.

Some wore colorful bonnets, their hair tucked away and hidden from view, while others displayed bright, intricately braided hairdos or a variety of wig styles.

Their voices rang out, their laughter filling the air as they gossiped amongst each other.

Not too far away, fathers and uncles were engaged in friendly conversations with each other.

Most of the men had freshly cut hair or bald heads, giving the impression of tidiness and cleanliness.

Two men, in particular, stood by a pair of grills, their arms covered in colorful sleeve tattoos. They occasionally paused their conversations to flip the burgers and hotdogs that sizzled on the grill.

Loitering not far away, a handful of young men waited on the corner of the street.

Although they appeared unassuming to the casual observer, their watchful gazes and the way they leaned against the wall suggested they were drug dealers.

They kept their eyes peeled, ever vigilant, watching as people passed by.

Not too far from the corner, a cluster of elderly men gathered in a small circle, their faces wrinkled with age and experience.

They were engaged in an animated game of dice, their voices raised as they called out numbers and teased each other.

Their laughter and banter echoed through the air, a familiar sound of camaraderie and competition among friends.

Interspersed between the various groups scattered across the street, several individuals who appeared to be struggling with addiction were visible.

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