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On one end of New York, a child screamed in a messy ally. Covered in trash naked and cold. The child screamed his lungs til they dried.
A middle aged woman was passing by holding her son's hand. She stopped when she heard the cries.

"Mama? What is that?" the boy asked his mother.
"Sounds like a baby. Stay close son," she told him.

They walk down the dark ally as the cries get louder. The woman stoped when she seen the naked infant lying on the concrete. She took her jacket off immediately and wrapped it around the child that was shivering with cold.

"Is he okay?" the boy asked.
"Just cold. Let's go home and get him warm."

She took his hand and walked holding the infant close to her chest. They reached home. Home was a family run Italian restaurant. The apartment above was bigger than you would think holding three young girls and two other small boys as well as a man reading a paper.

On the other side of New York, a beautiful baby girl was born. She was flawless though her mother was horrofied by what spouted from her back. Two small angel wings spread out as she cried and kicked her legs.

"She's a devil's child..." she whispered in horror.

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