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It's 2AM.
Sodium lights and a crumpled plastic wrapper dance on the still oily asphalt. Aphex Twin churns from the car's dusty speakers. Lost site of the mark. Shadows and acid rain wash down the alley.
Somewhere,
a baby cries.
Sodium lights and a crumpled plastic wrapper dance on the still oily asphalt. Aphex Twin churns from the car's dusty speakers. Lost site of the mark. Shadows and acid rain wash down the alley.
Somewhere,
a baby cries.