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Soon they make it to the ghettos. Where they hang I'm a dilapidated old warehouse. They have a little are a floor above the hobo camp nearby. It's not bad, well by homeless standards. They have some old furniture, and try to get as much food and clothes as they can. "Hey Yuko!" A homeless man who looks like a lizard calls. "Why don't you come down and hang with us anymore? Come on~ We've got booze~" He says trying to tempt her over to their group. Noa sniffles and burries his face further into her neck.
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