In the months that followed Debra spent most of her time in the library. She loved to read, as long as it wasn’t anything religious.
During the nights she slept in the park, underneath a willow. That was until the park ranger busted her and chased her away. From that moment on she slept in an alley, inayofuata to a chakula container. Whenever she got hungry she would dig in the grave and samaki something out. Most of it had already passed the expiration date, but Debra didn’t care. chakula was chakula and she was starving.
One night, she was only in her seventh month, she started having cramps in her stomach....
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