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... autiful city.
April 27, light rain.
Red String District, 8th Street.
The sky was dusky, the heavy rain pouring down and splashing dirty water onto the ground, mixing with the dust.
In a narrow alley next to a trash can, a soft rumbling sound broke the silence—a pitiful noise of hunger coming from inside a brand-new yellow cardboard box.
The box wobbled for a moment before toppling forward. The top flap, held loosely by a non-adhesive strip, tore open and s ...
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