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They crushed old beer cans with their shoes and walked over sweatshirts instead of what could've been earth. She thinks how she's never seen so much crap before. The hidden places carry the most and this place is full of graffiti and squaters beds. They just use it as inspiration. EAch step feels heavy and their eyes strain to stay open, one in copetition with the other. She sits on a fallen tree, her friend crouches low to the ground, looking up at the open tunnel around him. The colors run into the dirt and rocks placed in between the crap on the ground. When he looks down, the colors have bled to the tips of his tennis shoes, which are white. A third amigo, slender as the path taken on the way here, stretches quickly, the moon light escapes through the space of her upper abdomen and her breasts. The others are captivated, in not for more than a few seconds. Breasts arn't unusual to them but these are particulary large.