The baby project
I look at my graffiti artwork proudly. That should catch their attention. Suddenly, I hear the sound of police sirens. Phase 1 complete. "Stop right there!", the sound comes through the speakers. I smirk at their faces.
I run. I run as if my life depended on it. Which it most probably did. Out of nowhere, a hand grabs me and pulls me into the the dark corner. After I hear the sirens go away, I knee the person where the sun doesn't shine and hear a familiar groan. "Anderson, is this what I get for saving you from the police?", he asks. "Cole?"
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