It was already midday, and it has been eighteen years ago last Mora stepped into the civilized world. Everything seemed strange, the advance in technology, and the culture change, made her feel improper. “Mom, we can't stand here forever..." Miles paused and looked at her "are you famished?” Miles inquired, blinking his eyes innocently. Mora sighed, the worms in her stomach have been churning, “I am fine” Miles pouted, “but Mom, your face looks pale, and your lips?” When he saw that his mother is grimacing, “I will get us something to eat right away” Miles turned around, and fled before Mora could stop him, arriving at an alley, he heard noises “Pretty girl, come and play with us” Miss Sinclair puffed her cheeks, she has just absconded from home again, after being forced to act ladylike. She hated the idea of being controlled, “don't touch me” She warned, glaring at her assailants resentfully. The punks were not deterred by her provocative statement, they were even more enc
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