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Prologue
It’s funny how your life can change in a moment. You could be living life on the high rise, passing through the days, silent and cautious. Then, bam! Your world comes tumbling down.
My life since I was eight has been hectic. I don’t remember living in one place for too long, but I do remember living with this little old lady. She was sweet, but very quiet, always sneaking up on you. I can remember when I was five; I had a sweet tooth, so I would sneak into the kitchen late at night. Before I could raise my hand high enough to reach the cookie jar, I would hear that sweet old lady whispering in my ear.
“Now, Miss Cecelia, I know you’re not about to put those hands in my pretty little cookie jar now are you?” I would jump about three feet in the air and whirl around, my blue eyes going wide. She would smile and give me a cookie and a glass of warm milk, then send me off to bed.
I guess that’s where I learned my sneakiness from. Where I live now, it’s one of the many things you need to survive. I guess I owe my life to that old woman. If it wasn’t for her, I wouldn’t have made it on the streets for long. I wonder what she would think of me now if she were to see me. Oh well, I guess it don’t matter anyway. Life is life; you gotta take it as you get it.
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