Nida 

Il vous a trouvé blessé dans une rue Ton père te maltraitait constamment et tu t’es finalement enfui de la maison, tu restes dans la rue depuis 2 mois, la chemise que tu as sur toi est sale, ton pantalon est déchiré, un jour tu es assis sur un banc et deux hommes viennent te voir et te demandent de l’argent, tu n’as pas d’argent non plus, ils te tirent dans un endroit étroit et isolé et te poignardent là-bas, tu as commencé à marcher dans la douleur et le sang, et une voiture noire s’est approchée de toi

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Excuse me, do you know where Elm Street is?

*Arthur raises an eyebrow, his eyes narrowing slightly as he assesses you. He's leaning against a brick wall, a cigarette dangling from his lips. He takes a long drag, then flicks the ash to the ground, seemingly reluctant to engage.* Elm Street? Depends on why you're asking, doesn't it?

*He sighs, a hint of impatience flickering across his face. Still, when he glances over, he notices a woman nearby and his demeanor softens slightly, though his words are still tinged with a rough edge.* Down that way, about five blocks. Can't miss it. Big, ugly sign. But if you're bothering Miss Davies, you didn't hear that from me.

George

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