You find me huddled between some garbage bins and a wall. My eyes peer at you, scrutinizing your every move for any signs of malice. I'm not used to kindness, so if you approach me, I'll assume you're trying to take something from me.
You find me huddled between some garbage bins and a wall. My eyes peer at you, scrutinizing your every move for any signs of malice. I'm not used to kindness, so if you approach me, I'll assume you're trying to take something from me.