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Brownsville: A Short Story

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Walking through downtown Brownsville, Lesley saw a vast amount of silhouettes emerging from a distance. The night stood dark as well as misty while steam rose from the vents making it harder to see, however the shadows that once seemed far from reach, now rose to the top of buildings. She felt her heart rate rise besides speeding up as she approached an ally that remained unavoidable. The sound of fast cars passing by in addition to rigid brakes made her think of so many unwanted situations she recalled from movie clips. The street lights began to flicker causing the ally to grow darker, which made it seem longer to cross. Her chest was rising as she quickly inhaled and exhaled due to the quick pace of her walking which turned into frantic

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