Hmmm.
I remember this 'Christmas' thing.
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Before I went to Mist, it meant lots of drunk people, which meant lots of pockets to pick. Probably our most profitable time of year, really. But it was fucking cold. We weren't really old enough to be able to kick out some of the other gangs for a sleeping spot somewhere under cover so we ended up dogpiling in an alley or something, usually. Ivanka was the oldest girl, she still remembered her family. She'd steal wool and needles and knit us presents. She was like our mother, I guess. Even when we hadn't eaten in days she'd cheer us up with something. But she was pretty and she was the first one that got 'taken' and after that we started falling apart. Christmas time was dark, too, dark for most of the day. It was easier to get snatched up, and harder to keep warm when we kept losing people. We were only kids. After Ivanka, Niko was the oldest, and he was only eight.
And by the time Mist found me, there was only me, Jako, and Tasha left. But we'd found a place then, one we could keep the other gangs out of - it was small, not many of them wanted it anyway, but it was a roof and three walls. We still spent Christmas hungry and cold.
Christmas at Mist didn't happen.
I wonder what Jako and Tasha did after I left them.
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I don't think I want to. I don't think it means anything any more.
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Before I went to Mist, it meant lots of drunk people, which meant lots of pockets to pick. Probably our most profitable time of year, really. But it was fucking cold. We weren't really old enough to be able to kick out some of the other gangs for a sleeping spot somewhere under cover so we ended up dogpiling in an alley or something, usually. Ivanka was the oldest girl, she still remembered her family. She'd steal wool and needles and knit us presents. She was like our mother, I guess. Even when we hadn't eaten in days she'd cheer us up with something. But she was pretty and she was the first one that got 'taken' and after that we started falling apart. Christmas time was dark, too, dark for most of the day. It was easier to get snatched up, and harder to keep warm when we kept losing people. We were only kids. After Ivanka, Niko was the oldest, and he was only eight.
And by the time Mist found me, there was only me, Jako, and Tasha left. But we'd found a place then, one we could keep the other gangs out of - it was small, not many of them wanted it anyway, but it was a roof and three walls. We still spent Christmas hungry and cold.
Christmas at Mist didn't happen.
I wonder what Jako and Tasha did after I left them.
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I don't think I want to. I don't think it means anything any more.