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    MOLLY;;


    Molly was the local drug dealer. Just about everyone knew it- even a few cops. Her father had tried desperately to cover it up, terrified it would ruin his reputation as a good man of the lord Jesus Christ. Her mother had sobbed for days. The church had shut her out but that was fine. The pink-haired girl made her own church in cramped basements. She put together her religion in dark alleyway hopelessness and song lyrics on her permanently-grinning lips. Occasionally, she'd find a younger person in particularly bad shape and send them on their way to the nearest homeless shelter. Though she'd never go to one herself (it felt like admitting defeat), she made sure to know where the closest was. What kind of criminal was she if she couldn't take care of the street kids? Right now, she was in her usual hangout spot, a stolen bottle of wine in hand, and she watched the sunset. It had been a mostly peaceful day. Hopefully the night would be the same.



    (c)trexgirl