NOVEMBER, 2014 "Get back here, right now! Quit running, you little rascal!" A rotund man yelled as he chased after a raven haired eight years old boy who raced down the dark alley, his heart thudding madly. The air was cold and the night was still quite young but the little boy knew he had to escape as quickly as possible from his pursuer. Suddenly, he tripped over an empty can of soda and fell to the ground with a cry, his knees scraping the rough asphalt. Whimpering, he pushed himself to his feet, his breathing coming out in short pants. Tears soon blurred his vision at the realization that his pursuer was quickly catching up to him. His stomach growled angrily and his face was numb from the bitter, cold, winter air. Unable to go on anymore, he fell to the ground, gasping for breath.Almost immediately, a large hand gripped the back of his shirt and dragged him to his feet. "You thought
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