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Copyright  © 2017 by Tamara Cummins 

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The infectious, sedated feeling of liquor caused him to stagger through the dead streets which led him to the old dilapidated part of the city he called home. He turned down an alleyway; a usual path he would use on nights like these when the stress was too much to handle and he needed something strong to mitigate the pain. Unlike other nights, tonight the wall had a fresh coat of graffiti scribbled but he was too drunk to even decipher what it read. "Stupid," he said to what he mistook for a stray cat and his last words as the life he struggled to hold onto was ripped away from his grasp...

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