"So, what's been alluring your attention outside the window?" She sighs deeply, "Well, for a minute it was just the moon and its dazzling effulgence. But, then my eyes started to wander to the streets, and to the teenagers. I want to be one. I want to be a photo-copied, replica of the people who meander the streets underneath the jet black skies-polluted mind, dirtied soul and all." **** Two souls whose lives are contingent upon what happens in a housing for people who are better off dead.
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