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    “You know what they called people that lived on the streets?” Leonora asked, her voice growing distant as she shifted her gaze back to the window.<br />
    “They called them Alley Cats; Filthy, flea ridden, felines that skulk around in the darkness and ruin people’s lives. They said that we were the ‘pests’ of society”<br />
    “Pests? Yeah I think I have heard that term. What brought this up?”<br />
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    The brunette pulled another cigarette from the box that the male had so absent mindedly left behind and held it lightly between her lips. In one swift movement she reached in to her pocket and withdrew a black lighter before flicking it on and lighting up the tobacco at its tip. A moment later she was leaning back and breathing in the smoke as if it were precious oxygen.<br />
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    “I was one of them, but not always though”<br />
    “Oh? What do you mean? The news said your parents died...didn't they?”<br />
    Leonora thought about this for a few long moments, weighing up possibilities in her mind. Eventually though, after a few long moments of careful contemplating, she adjusted her position so she was facing him as he sat on the edge of the bed.<br />
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    “You really want to know? Alright then, listen up because I am not saying this twice”<br />
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    You will never hear me say I am good at writing, and I have no interest in getting published.<br />
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    I am just a 21 year old that spends a lot of her sleepless nights writing because that is one of the few things that she enjoys in life. <br />
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