“Where Are The Shops?”
“Mom, I’m going to go bike riding.” I tell her.
“Ok April, don’t go to the shops, there has been a lot of, uh, let's say bad things.” My Mom says.
1 hour later…
It's getting a bit dark, but the sun is still out. I wonder what bad stuff is happening down at the shops?
“Hi.” This stranger comes up to me and says.
“Uh, hi. Can I help you?” I say.
“Where are the shops?” it says, panting. All of his clothes are torn up. He was just running from something I think...
“Downtown.”
“Show me.”
“Sure.” I guide him downtown. I’m not going into the shops.
“Sure.” I guide him downtown. I’m not going into the shops.
“Here you go.” I tell him.
“Thank you, April.”
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