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Walking alone by himself was one of his favorite pastimes. Bumping into strangers, hitchhiking, and overall just feeding his extrovert tendencies even though that he's been told countless times by others that it was dangerous to keep counting on people he didn't know. Moochie didn't care. He knew of what he was getting himself into. Whatever happened happened. It seemed to even help him with inner struggles that he faced whether it was because of the gang or not. The last place he would want to go is home just to witness his depressive mother go into her alcoholic binges. He had a few hours to spare before turning in, which usually be around one or even two in the morning. Speaking of strangers, walking down the sidewalk he sees a face that he's never seen before. Being raised in Libertyville all of his life, he knew almost everybody. But not this face, .... Were they new? It's hard to tell. It was fairly dark with the street light's beam not bright enough to pierce the darkness. He had his switchblade in his pocket in case something were to go down.
