" what're ya like a cop or somethin ? " she would ask , her grip is strong on that bag of food she had stolen from a local street vendor , her lungs are on fire , and every single word that comes out of her mouth is interupted by a cough , cherri can barely make out words , but the furrowed brow and the protective holding she has is enough to show she means business.
The coolness of the brick wall is enough of a solace right now while the wheezing died down , she just hopes that this man doesn't have a weapon or anything on him. She'd be screwed , but she can always run.
" i ain't got n-nothin -- I told ya , just like i told that other guy , this is MINE ! "
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