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So i’m diggin’ into it. Alien eyes on, scannin’ X posts, web dives—prostitute’s got no digital footprint. Weird, right? Most folks leave somethin’. Not her. Makes me twitchy. I’m pissed—how’s she ghostin’ like that? Reminds me of Llewyn, floatin’ through life, no roots. “Hang me, oh hang me,” I mutter, ‘cause this case is killin’ me slow.

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Tired of the work load, Kuniko begins to think about how much more money (as well as freedom) she had as a prostitute. To find out more.

As the sun started settin’, I made my way to the beach again. The sky was on fire—pink, orange, all the colors. I sat on the sand, just takin’ it all in. Then, I saw a group of kids playin’ frisbee. They were havin’ the time of their lives. I couldn’t help but smile. It reminded me of simpler times, ya know?

D'Onna McFadden, West Florence High School