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p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"emDrip drip drip, /emsmall drops of water fell onto his face as he slept, he stirred and groaned in his slumber. emDrip, drip, drip, /emthe soft but constant droplets continued to fall on his face. He abruptly opened his eyes only to feel another drop fall onto his brow. "Ugh! Gross!" He jumped at the contact and stood up from his inconspicuous bedding, he could feel the foreign liquid running down his temple. He quickly took out a handkerchief from his pocket and slid it across his young features to get rid of it, when he looked back at it, he saw it had taken a light brown tonality "Tch, so fucking disgusting" he said while he looked at the cloth in his hands, he didn't know what that liquid was, and he did not want to find out./p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"He looked back at his bedding; he did not want to sleep there anymore. Ever since Kenny had left him to fend for himself, he had struggled to find a decent place to sleep. He had to conform to stealing some meager sheets and boxes and work something out in abandoned alleyways since he didn't have enough money to have a place of his own yet and no one would ever help him in that forsaken world. He sighed as he continued to look at his stolen sheets, he felt disgusting, and he hated that. Everything in the underground was filthy and he was not the exception; he could feel the dirt in his hands constantly and his clothes were starting to smell, again…/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"He left his impromptu accommodation and began to walk toward the market, he didn't take anything with him since he had nothing he treasured or needed; except for the knife Kenny had given him a while ago, which was always in his pocket in case anyone tried to pick up a fight with him. When he got to the market, he noticed there was no one there yet, it must still be nighttime; it was always hard to tell down there since it was always illuminated, and sunlight never reached that place. He had no idea for how long he had slept, but it couldn't have been more than three hours, he never slept more than that, he couldn't; not with the constant hunger or the crazy thugs who always tried to get back at him, he had to stay alert, he had to stay awake./p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"He decided to go to the small clearing he had discovered a few weeks ago, a small but consistent stream of water ran through it. He was sure no one knew about it as he had not seen anyone around and it was hard to access. He loved that place, the running stream of water was small, but he could wash his clothes and clean his body a little, plus he could see the sky from there. He had tried to climb the slippery walls once but to no avail, he had just managed to hurt himself in the process. After almost a 20-minute walk he finally reached his secret base, he looked around and saw his only other change of clothes, it looked to be dry already, so he proceeded to undress and wash the clothes he had on at the moment. He silently washed his clothes and carefully hung them on the meager clothesline he had prepared a few days prior, then proceeded to wash himself as much as he could./p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"He sat on the cleanest rock he could find and waited or his body to dry by itself trembling occasionally, from the cold. Being able to partially wash himself was already a luxury that almost no one could afford in the slumps, he couldn't imagine owning a towel. After a while he stood up and dressed with the clothes he had washed a few days ago, a plain shirt and pants too big for him, and he put on his only pair of shoes. He looked up towards the bright sky once more before leaving and headed back to the city, he was getting very hungry, and he needed to steal something soon./p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"Yes, he was perfectly capable of surviving on his own in the pigsty destiny had decided he belonged in, but he couldn't help but wish for someone to come and save him, although he would never acknowledge having those thoughts to anyone./p
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p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"If there is anyone there reading this then I hope you enjoy it. Tbh I almost cried just picturing little Levi all alone in the world. See you next time. span style="font-family: 'Segoe UI Emoji',sans-serif; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol-ext; mso-symbol-font-family: 'Segoe UI Emoji';"😊/span/p
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p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"emDrip drip drip, /emsmall drops of water fell onto his face as he slept, he stirred and groaned in his slumber. emDrip, drip, drip, /emthe soft but constant droplets continued to fall on his face. He abruptly opened his eyes only to feel another drop fall onto his brow. "Ugh! Gross!" He jumped at the contact and stood up from his inconspicuous bedding, he could feel the foreign liquid running down his temple. He quickly took out a handkerchief from his pocket and slid it across his young features to get rid of it, when he looked back at it, he saw it had taken a light brown tonality "Tch, so fucking disgusting" he said while he looked at the cloth in his hands, he didn't know what that liquid was, and he did not want to find out./p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"He looked back at his bedding; he did not want to sleep there anymore. Ever since Kenny had left him to fend for himself, he had struggled to find a decent place to sleep. He had to conform to stealing some meager sheets and boxes and work something out in abandoned alleyways since he didn't have enough money to have a place of his own yet and no one would ever help him in that forsaken world. He sighed as he continued to look at his stolen sheets, he felt disgusting, and he hated that. Everything in the underground was filthy and he was not the exception; he could feel the dirt in his hands constantly and his clothes were starting to smell, again…/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"He left his impromptu accommodation and began to walk toward the market, he didn't take anything with him since he had nothing he treasured or needed; except for the knife Kenny had given him a while ago, which was always in his pocket in case anyone tried to pick up a fight with him. When he got to the market, he noticed there was no one there yet, it must still be nighttime; it was always hard to tell down there since it was always illuminated, and sunlight never reached that place. He had no idea for how long he had slept, but it couldn't have been more than three hours, he never slept more than that, he couldn't; not with the constant hunger or the crazy thugs who always tried to get back at him, he had to stay alert, he had to stay awake./p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"He decided to go to the small clearing he had discovered a few weeks ago, a small but consistent stream of water ran through it. He was sure no one knew about it as he had not seen anyone around and it was hard to access. He loved that place, the running stream of water was small, but he could wash his clothes and clean his body a little, plus he could see the sky from there. He had tried to climb the slippery walls once but to no avail, he had just managed to hurt himself in the process. After almost a 20-minute walk he finally reached his secret base, he looked around and saw his only other change of clothes, it looked to be dry already, so he proceeded to undress and wash the clothes he had on at the moment. He silently washed his clothes and carefully hung them on the meager clothesline he had prepared a few days prior, then proceeded to wash himself as much as he could./p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"He sat on the cleanest rock he could find and waited or his body to dry by itself trembling occasionally, from the cold. Being able to partially wash himself was already a luxury that almost no one could afford in the slumps, he couldn't imagine owning a towel. After a while he stood up and dressed with the clothes he had washed a few days ago, a plain shirt and pants too big for him, and he put on his only pair of shoes. He looked up towards the bright sky once more before leaving and headed back to the city, he was getting very hungry, and he needed to steal something soon./p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"Yes, he was perfectly capable of surviving on his own in the pigsty destiny had decided he belonged in, but he couldn't help but wish for someone to come and save him, although he would never acknowledge having those thoughts to anyone./p
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p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"If there is anyone there reading this then I hope you enjoy it. Tbh I almost cried just picturing little Levi all alone in the world. See you next time. span style="font-family: 'Segoe UI Emoji',sans-serif; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol-ext; mso-symbol-font-family: 'Segoe UI Emoji';"😊/span/p
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