They run rampant there on the abandoned expanses of car parks and silent streets forgotten in time. Shadows are burned into the bitumen beneath the hues cast from cars parked so long that no one owns them now. No one owns anything here now. He flicks his finger across the screen like he’s flicking away a cigarette butt…
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