Romana dropped all the goods in her hand as she sprinted down the street, speeding up when she heard the all too familiar sirens get louder and closer. When she was far(enough) away from the cops, she stopped and frantically looked around for a minute. "Ehh.." her heart was banging in her chest, like it was practically begging to get out of there. Romana's hands got shakier by the minute and she realized she couldn't stand there forever, so she dashed over to a trashcan and jumped in it, thanking heavens there wasn't anything in there. The bottom being sticky wasn't much of a problem, and she just simply sat on the bottom of her brown trench coat.
(A/N: I actually have an urge to maybe edit this one a bit. Make it a bit more descriptive)
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Old stories that never got finished
РазноеBasically a bunch of old stories I found in my note app that never got finished, nor do I think I am ever going to finish them. enjoy
