I started to walk and the sun started to set. It started to pour cats and dogs. I heard thunder and I needed a to find a place to stay for the night. I saw a nice building, but after a while I realized that it was a Strip Club. I finally resulted on a refrigerator box in an alley. I brought blankets, a beanie, and some gloves in my backpack. I could see the Strip Club from my sitting spot. A bright light grazed mt eye. I looked over, and I saw an adoption center. Should I go? Would I be happier at an Adoption Center? It took me a while, but I finally decided to go to the Adoption Center.
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Baylie
Narrativa generaleInspired by @slothsinabucket. Go check out her story- Riken. Baylie's point of view when transitioning from a male to a female.
