The girl and the boy sat on the concrete steps. She was dressed all in black, her lank hair streaked with crimson,her eyes circled with heavy kohl, her wrist criss-crossed with black rubber bracelets. Her backpack bore an "Emily the Strange" badge. Her companion, plump, in an oversized trench coat, turned towards her with a coy tilt of his head. "Mee-ow," he purred, extending and then curling his fingers in what was clearly intended to be a cat-like manner. His companion did not respond.
"Mee-OW," he purred more loudly.
"Let's go get a soda," she said impatiently, getting to her feet.
"Purrrr-fect," said the boy. She ignored him.
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