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Independent
Independent In the bustling city of Lumina, where skyscrapers kissed the clouds and neon lights painted the streets in vibrant hues, there lived a young woman named Independent. Her name was not just a word; it was a declaration, a way of life. Independent was known for her fierce determination, her unyielding spirit, and her refusal to conform to the expectations society placed upon her.
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Ansel and Greta
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pastoral little bird
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The eegit bit me. Ah had bin on the scrounge for some hash tae tide me over ‘til Ah could get mah next script of Methadone. Ah had heard Wee Tam had a stash of cheap gear in Maryhill. Ah wis stayin'' at Dennistoun, in mah pal’s flat jist aff The Parade (Alexanra Parade), which wisnae too far away frae Maryhill tae be fair. Ah had been clean for aboot 10 weeks an' counting an' wis determined tae beat this disease. Ah jist needed something tae take the sweats an’ jitters aff. It wid take a long time, but Ah had a sponsor an' had bin attending meetings an' like frae the get-go.
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