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Originally posted by Badger
The alleyway is silent. The corrugated metal garage shutters are covered in graffiti sprayed by the barbz - "Miley, What's Good?" is sprawled across a crumbling brick wall. A faint yellow light flickers on and off from a rusted lamppost. A mangy raccoon nibbles at a slice of discarded pizza. It enjoys its meal, but looks up sharply as a clatter echoes round the alley. The rodent sees a metal trash can lid fly down the sidewalk, and hears the sound of heavy awkward footsteps. A rectangular shadow appears and grows larger as a figure hurriedly shuffles down the street. It is of a young woman, covered in rags and glitter, her hair "ironically" matted and greasy. The raccoon hears a metallic scraping sound, and sees that it is from a broken handcuff around the woman's right ankle, scraping across the tarmac as she drags her legs along.
The raccoon decides to wait for her to pass before it finishes its meal, but it is dismayed to see her turn towards it, and lurch forwards. The mangy creature (the raccoon) darts backwards as the girl lunges onto her scraped knees and hungrily snatches the pizza slice off the ground. The raccoon grumpily watches her make work of his dinner, but then starts as a voice calls out. The dirty girl freezes, a look of familiar horror on her freckl'd visage. She grabs the raccoon and scuttles behind a dumpster. Her hand clasps over the beasts mouth to prevent any frightened squeaks from escaping. The raccoon is overwhelmed by the smell of plastic and urine, but makes no sound.
Heavy, strident footsteps makes their way down the alley. The raccoon feels the girl clench up. A tall shadow passes quickly by the dumpster, but does not notice them. The trampy female waits until the footsteps die away, before sighing autotunedly and releasing the rodent. It leaps from her grip and turns to glare at her reproachfully. The girl apologises and throws it the pizza crust. She stiffly gets to her feet and waddles away in the opposite direction.
The raccoon sniffs the pizza crust and frowns. It would rather go hungry than touch her leftovers.
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the kesha x gaga shippers are so passionate
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