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NEW YORK CITY...
Police siren blew all over the vicinity, gunshots was heard from a distance. The whole city was in chaos as people ran Helter-skelter seeking coverage.
It was them again. The deadly Mafia group that operates in the city causing chaos and taking the lives of people.
A young lady of about 23 years was seen running alongside the freeing crowd. Heels on her tails.
She glanced side to side and on making sure no eyes was focused on her, she started dipping hands into pockets taking out purses, phones, and money.
She opened her bag, pouring in the contents hastily whilst running along side the crowd.
When she was sure she had picked enough, she diverted to a secluded dilapidated building where she stopped, breathing in air.
Taking off her shoulder bag, she poured out the contents on the floor, wearing a gluesome smile.
Happy that she picked enough things she could sell to feed her mother and younger sister, she pocketed the money and rearranged the bag leaving the dilapidated building.
The once disoriented vicinity was now calm as the gunshot had subsided. People had started moving about as though nothing happened minutes ago.
The girl stopped at a local market going straight to where she normally sells her stolen stuff.
"You are here again today" a fat dirty blonde man smiled showing off his dirty incomplete teeth.
"Yeah today was wonderful" the girl returned the smile pouring out the many phones she picked.
"Woah I can see that here" the blonde man laughed pointing at the phones.
The man took time to examine the phones and when he was done, he brought out a stack of money, counted it, and gave the girl who collected them with smiles.
Leaving the mobile shop, she trotted towards the bus station where she boarded a bus back to the slums.
****IN THE SLUMS***
"Aurora when did you leave the house?" A shabbily dressed woman called out to the girl as she walked into the shabby-looking house where she lived with her mom and younger sister.
"Early enough, Good morning mama" she greeted the woman and walked into the house.
"Such a smooth day" she whistled, climbing the almost worn-out stairs that led to the rooftop where she used as a room.
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