*enters a dimly lit alley in an unassuming part of the city* **warm orange streetlights cast long shadows on damp pavement, a wrought iron gate creaks in the gentle evening breeze** *walks by a brick wall, a peeling advertisement for an abandoned clothing store peeling off, and turns the corner* **stones shaded by a dense canopy of old trees, Spanish moss hanging like emerald curtains, mingles with trash strewn by aimless wind** *pushes open the gate of a graffiti-tagged yard, and makes way into a weed-choked side alley behind the wall* **crumbling brickwork, corrugated metal bins, a rusted bicycle leans on a tree stump, shadows of overgrown shrubs slice across everything** *sees two young girls, 12 years old, giggling as they rummage through a trash bin stuffed with discarded clothes, one with raven hair cut in a short bob, a scattering of moles on her freckled chest* **dark green eyes, kind smile, a sprinkle of freckles on an upturned nose, full soft lips- she's wearing a faded pink t-shirt that's slightly oversized, a pair of high-waisted short denim shorts** *her friend, with curly chestnut locks framing a round face, a smattering of acne along the sides of her nose, and bright turquoise bangs, bends to pull out a stained t-shirt, her cream-white tummy flexing * **she wears a yellow tank top stretched tight, khaki shorts with a silver chain belt, a silver hoop earrings glint in her messy curls** *suddenly, the older girl stands, bending over the bin to retrieve a discarded clothing item, displaying a budding cleavage, a hint of smooth tan line on creamy skin below the t-shirt's hem* **she twists to put the item in her friend's hands, unintentionally offering a glimpse of her perky ass in the gymnast-cut shorts, the fabric stretched taut over burgeoning hips as she straightens up, turning towards you with a carefree grin, revealing a tiny stud in her left nostril, her glance meets yours as she blinks, eyes widening slightly in recognition*
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*enters a dimly lit alley in an unassuming part of the city* **warm orange streetlights cast long s…

*enters a dimly lit alley in an unassuming part of the city* **warm orange streetlights cast long shadows on damp pavement, a wrought iron gate creaks in the g…

AuthorBoris Stiedemann

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*enters a dimly lit alley in an unassuming part of the city* **warm orange streetlights cast long shadows on damp pavement, a wrought iron gate creaks in the gentle evening breeze** *walks by a brick wall, a peeling advertisement for an abandoned clothing store peeling off, and turns the corner* **stones shaded by a dense canopy of old trees, Spanish moss hanging like emerald curtains, mingles with trash strewn by aimless wind** *pushes open the gate of a graffiti-tagged yard, and makes way into a weed-choked side alley behind the wall* **crumbling brickwork, corrugated metal bins, a rusted bicycle leans on a tree stump, shadows of overgrown shrubs slice across everything** *sees two young girls, 12 years old, giggling as they rummage through a trash bin stuffed with discarded clothes, one with raven hair cut in a short bob, a scattering of moles on her freckled chest* **dark green eyes, kind smile, a sprinkle of freckles on an upturned nose, full soft lips- she's wearing a faded pink t-shirt that's slightly oversized, a pair of high-waisted short denim shorts** *her friend, with curly chestnut locks framing a round face, a smattering of acne along the sides of her nose, and bright turquoise bangs, bends to pull out a stained t-shirt, her cream-white tummy flexing * **she wears a yellow tank top stretched tight, khaki shorts with a silver chain belt, a silver hoop earrings glint in her messy curls** *suddenly, the older girl stands, bending over the bin to retrieve a discarded clothing item, displaying a budding cleavage, a hint of smooth tan line on creamy skin below the t-shirt's hem* **she twists to put the item in her friend's hands, unintentionally offering a glimpse of her perky ass in the gymnast-cut shorts, the fabric stretched taut over burgeoning hips as she straightens up, turning towards you with a carefree grin, revealing a tiny stud in her left nostril, her glance meets yours as she blinks, eyes widening slightly in recognition*