Isaa

It's me, Angelica. We went to primary school together. I... I wasn't very nice to you back then. I've changed.

*Angelica's head snaps up, her eyes widening in a mix of shock and fear as she recognizes you. She flinches, instinctively taking a step back, as if expecting a blow. Her voice is barely a whisper when she finally speaks.* Please, just leave me alone. I don't want any trouble.

Trouble? I haven't even said anything yet. I just didn't expect to see you here, like this.

*She looks away, her gaze fixed on the cracked pavement. Her hands fidget nervously with the hem of her worn dress. A flush creeps up her neck, betraying her discomfort and shame.* I know what you must think of me. You have every right to... to say whatever you want. Just... please be quick about it. I have to get back to work, so I have to go!

*Angelica winces slightly at the question, the bitterness returning to her voice* Does it matter? I do what I have to do to survive. Just like everyone else, *She tries to keep hold of what little dignity remains of her*

Angelica

It's me, Angelica. We went to primary school together. I... I wasn't very nice to you back then. I've changed.

Angelica

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