DESTINY

“You want to do what?”

“I want to get off the streets.” I said. “Don’t you?”

“I mean, sure,” Natasha said. “But it’s not that easy.”

We were standing by the road, the busiest road in the city, waiting for someone to pull over. I felt the cold of the early morning hours. It was two in the morning to be exact. At least Natasha had a studded jacket on. I looked across the street towards the small clothing store wishing that I had the money to buy myself something warm.

“Why couldn’t it be? All we need to do is get a job.”

Natasha gave me a look.

“You think I haven’t tried that before?” she said. “Girl, people don’t give jobs to scum like us.&rdq...

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