The morning chill   invades   her senses, making itself quite   known   to her prone body that lay, her back   flush   against the side of a building, eyes   alert   as they sweep over the   barren   streets, though none would truly   believe   she was awake fully, due to the   heavy   black circles   marring   under her blue eyes, the   product   of many a sleepless nights.   Deciding   she is not going to sit around anymore, she gets slowly to her feet,   grabbing   her broom from next to her, she   initiates   her work day, leaning against the broom as she feels a wave of   dizziness   overtake her.

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                    Two cans of beans WASTED. The music box didn’t even open. All he had to go on was the letter A —— looking back that could now be anybody. Stomach  g r o w l s  , a cruel reminder of just how difficult food is to come by. Feet wander the streets of St. Petersburg, having long ago memorized every corner. What’s  n o t  expected however, is the LITTLE street-sweeper. Calloused hands grip elbows, brows furrowed       /       ANNOYANCE as he aids in her balance. “Y’might want to watch who you FALL on y’know !!” Already stressed ( the need to have no more attention drawn to the scheming duo high —— this is the last thing he needs ).