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A girl lay on the side of the road. One arm draped over the curb the other mangled beneath her. Her short blonde hair stained with splatters of red. Many people walked by. Busy men in suits hardly looking up from their phones, teenagers on skateboards, a woman and her pointing child. She merely stirred him away. Teary green eyes watched them. Time seemed to drag just like the pain that tore at her with every ragged breath. She was still alive. Her slender, ivory digits barely felt the hard stone as they ran across the dirt that littered it. She tried to move, tried to cry. Why wasn't anyone helping her? Why did everyone pretend not to see? Th