Abandoned

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Carol gasped as she was rudely shoved from behind, causing her to crash into the bald, heavy set man with the cellphone and briefcase in front of her. "Sorry." She mumbled under her breath as the man shot her a look of disdain. From the looks of his clothes, he was very well off. "You can't can't go anywhere in this city anymore without being harrassed by your kind!" He snarled at her as he rushed off, leaving her standing on the sidewalk. Carol lowered her head in shame and pushed her sunglasses higher up on her nose, hiding the bruises around her eyes. She shivered as the wind whipped around her and pulled her threadbare sweater closer around her battered body, wincing as the movement pulled at her aching ribs. There was nothing she could do about it right now she thought, so she trudged on. As she walked in the blistering cold, her stomach chose that moment to reminded her that she had not eaten in two days. Not since Ed had abandoned her outside a local gas station on the outskirts of Atlanta. Carol angrily shook her head and wiped the tears from her cheeks. She should h...

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