vy with sleep, and for a moment, she didn't know where she was. The world was gray-cold

tiff pain in her knees, the pull in her back-like she was

e yet?" a boy'

than her, peeking around the corner. He always s

muttered, ru

oranges might throw some ou

led. She didn't answer but stood

sleeping bodies and puddles. Jalen kicked a can and lau

k we're like ghosts. You ever feel tha

d. "Maybe we're

m real. I think. My toes

vendor argue with a customer. Her gaze drifted to a man in a dark coat standing a

tened. Her fin

oked again,

m fine," she whispere

ised apple. "For the prince

time. She bit into the apple,

elt less sharp. But something still stirred benea

shoulder once more

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