2025 - not just a short story

2025 - not just a short story

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WpMetadataReadComplete Sat, Feb 8, 2025<5 mins
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Any night of 2025 in MacArthur Park, Los Angeles. A young boy, waiting for his mamá. His name is Tito. Santiago "Tito" Castillo. - Authors note: I know Wattpad has a lot of clichés and is rather known for fanfiction of 12-year-olds, but I think we can use this app differently too. This is a short story about the fictional character Tito. He and his mamá are of Mexican heritage and everyone who knows at least a little about what's happening in the US right now will know in what this short story is about. I hope you enjoy reading it and that though Tito is not a real person, you can feel some empathy for those who share his fate in real life.
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*Wattpad deleted my original and i have literally no idea why. There was no smut, rasicm,eating disorders, or anything triggering in my story except violence and some mild swearing. There are so many stories on this app that actually go against the guidlines and they took mine down :( Thankfully I have the Sequal backed up on another app i use for writing and can put it back up. Im still sad howver I was working so hard to finish it. I also want to let yall be aware despite the Maturity tag theres no real spice in this story. I put the mature tag on so they didnt come for me if they thought something was to descriptive. Anyways the real description:* "Let me fucking go you asshole!" The man had an Iron grip on my arm as he lead me through the hospital doors. All the nightmares, the feelings of something wrong came at me in a flash.

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