Runaway Attempt #1: Surviving Exposure

I ducked behind a car and watched, shaking from the cold.

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Runaway Attempt #3

I breathed in the cold Michigan air and whooped. It was a pretty sad celebration going from a dysfunctional home for teen girls to the streets on a cold fall night, but at that point, I took what I could get. I began to run.

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