The moon shines bright, a few starts up, and it’s gray night, kind of gloomy. Through the neighborhood, a small car drives by; it parks across a 2-floor house. The passenger door opens as a girl, a young, gets out with a laundry bag. She looked in pain, in the verge of crying. As soon as she got out the car, the driver speeded off. She stands
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