The Alley||Ethma
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alley
[ˈalē]
NOUN
a narrow passageway between or behind buildings.
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2 people with depression who sneak out at night to relief their pain away.
The pain they had was:
Speration
Family loss
Depression
They go to a place where they feel safe and do things.
Things they shouldn't at a young age..
The Alley, where they smoke, drink, think and cry.
Mostly crying.
They both went at different times until now..
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