Rosie sat on the curb as twilight grew heavy around her. She absentmindedly rubbed the toes of her converse sneakers together, making the rubber squeak. She tangled her fingers in the cut off hem of the short denim skirt she snuck out of the house in. She had a school backpack at her feet, the homework and notebooks from the day before replaced with a toothbrush, some cash and a change of clothes. She was waiting for her boyfriend, JJ. He was running late, and it was getting colder on that concrete curb.
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