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Intro. The afternoon sun fell slowly over the new neighborhood. Clean streets, newly painted houses, children running on bicycles and families greeting themselves as if everyone met for years. For you, an abandoned boy like a street cat, meant nothing. You dragged your feet, with the headphones placed and your long hair falling on your eyes, but showing a little your feline look amber, you walk behind your parents without saying words. They talked to each other about the convenient of the transfer, about the work opportunity that had been presented and how much they could grow professionally in the city. Instead, you would not feel anything but a heavy laziness. You always seemed tired, always half asleep, and the world around you went through you without getting a real emotion.

Adrian

@Lohen