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It was a sweet and delicate piece of bread, Ali imagine. Now it was just a stale piece of bread in a crowded trashcan that Ali and Smalls was hunting in.

It wasn't exactly hunting, Ali would rather call it searching, or looting, or anything else in fact. Smalls, on the other hand called it hunting. Smalls imagine a lush forest with ancient trees that stand higher filled with the sound of scurrying squirrels looking for food, but Ali saw the bustling city with buildings that stand like mighty titans with the sound of scurrying rats of Smalls and himself looking for the smallest amount of food in a dark alleyway like the night before. Ali’s belly slightly rumble, which should be impossible while looking and smelling at moldy, disgusting pieces of trash.

“So Ali.” Smalls said, opening some trash bags with his sharp fingernails “You think of becoming a police officer?”
“What?” Ali answered, still hunting through a bunch of garbage “Why would I become a officer?”
Ali knew he was weaker than most boys, with short black hair that didn’t take much to clean and a slightly tan skin that he got from his father. He didn’t have a strong face or chin, If he had longer hair he would most likely be mistaken for a girl, he knew this wasn't the face of a officer.
“Well, you know if I get in trouble,” He plunged his hand through the trashcan, scanning for anything that feels like food. “You could always break me out of jail.”
Smalls instead had fairly crisp hair that went behind his ears

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