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Mel considered herself tough before she lived on the streets. Usually at this point a newly homeless teenager would learn otherwise. Mel's learning that she had no idea how tough she really is.
But that doesn't mean it's easy. Even if she can come to the bar for food, sometimes the door that leads there is hard to get to, and she still chooses to sleep outside. Earlier morning - early enough to be late night - she was rudely awakened by the jerks who provided her with her gun. And their friends.
So she's limping when she enters the bar this time, snapping a dislocated jaw back into place and nursing a cut on her upper arm.
Still has the gun, though. And slung over her shoulder is a belt with a holster on it. So it's not all bad.
But that doesn't mean it's easy. Even if she can come to the bar for food, sometimes the door that leads there is hard to get to, and she still chooses to sleep outside. Earlier morning - early enough to be late night - she was rudely awakened by the jerks who provided her with her gun. And their friends.
So she's limping when she enters the bar this time, snapping a dislocated jaw back into place and nursing a cut on her upper arm.
Still has the gun, though. And slung over her shoulder is a belt with a holster on it. So it's not all bad.