She walked home at dawn across the bridge, slightly damp from the early morning dew and smelling slightly of his cheap cigarettes. She didn't wait to see what would happen when the rest of the bleary world woke up, Alice ran a skinny hand adorned with chipped black nail varnish and a tacky ring through her unwashed hair, how did she know about it? She interrupted her carefully placed steps between the cracks to pause and look over the rusty railing, there was a hazy mist camouflaging the black river beneath her. She smiled and shut her eyes, and wished she could be anywhere but here.
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