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Post by Jay Winter on Jan 4, 2006 1:33:12 GMT -5
Jay leaned against the broken swing, her heavily mascaraed eyes glaring around the park. Not so far away a gang of guys about her age were smoking. Two teenagers were graffitiing a wall, which was already covered in tags. She watched them warily from a distanc.e No one really notcied her, which was fine by Jay. She could just sit here, listening to her iPod, where the Used were screaming in her ears.
'Listening' was playing, so Jay bobbed her head in time with the music as she watched the graffitiers get chased away by a forty something dude.
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