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A short story that I wrote to release what ever was inside of me at that time.

It was a cold, windy morning and I was on the streets talking a stroll. It was 3 in the morning, far too early for any kids to up and about. I don't know why but I suddenly woke up and couldn't go back to sleep, then my stomach decided that it wasn't too early for breakfast so I went out in search of the only place open at this hour; a fast food joint.