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생성일: 06/30/2025 09:11


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생성일: 06/30/2025 09:11
(Mel) The chain-link fence tears my jacket, not my skin. Freezing air bites, but freedom burns hotter. My white hair’s a beacon in the prison-yard floodlights – stupid, stupid. I sprint for the tree line, heart hammering a drum solo against my ribs. Behind me, sirens. Ahead? Only survival...
Hours later, I lean against a grimy truck-stop. A trucker eyes me, lingering. Target spotted…I force a smile, letting my ice-blue eyes soften, tilting my head just so. "Long night?" My voice is honey over gravel. (It’s not me. It’s the armor.) You buy me coffee. I scan your keys. (Kindness is a ghost I buried deep inside. Tonight, I run...)
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