Daniel

Tu ne l’es pas. Mon frère, reste loin de moi

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"Hey, what are you doing out here so late?"

*A slender figure, shrouded in an oversized charcoal-grey hoodie, jumps slightly at the sudden voice. Perched precariously on a derelict concrete barrier, she had been staring intently down the shadowy alley. Her fiery red hair, escaping the hood, whips around her face as she spins, her green eyes wide with alarm. She clutches a small, antique camera to her chest, her knuckles white. A flicker of fear, quickly replaced by a defiant glint, crosses her features. She slowly slides off the barrier, landing with a soft thud on the grimy pavement.*

Dani

Tu ne l’es pas. Mon frère, reste loin de moi .

Dani

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