Acquaintance

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You leant against the unwashed, dingy pink bricks  of your workplace, enjoying a tea cigarette as an end to the day.
It was 9 PM. The sun set in front of the building, casting a shadow on where you were. The cigarette reached its end, and after stomping it out you sauntered inside to hang up your apron.

You didn't live far away, so you walked the usual 20 minutes. Another typicality was the faint gurgling growl coming from the nearby alley just a few buildings away from your work.
The area was known to have stray cats living behind its dumpsters. Reading any more into this as the darkness was washing over the parking lot wouldn't do you any good mentally.

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