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		<title>My Story - Home</title>
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		      	<a class="navbar-brand">My Story</a>
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		        	<a href="../index.html">Back to home</a>
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				<h1>Momentum</h1>
				<p>by Hannah Hunt</p>
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				<p>Heat presses against you as you wander the crowded streets. Bodies shuffle this way and that, all shouting and shoving to get closer to the vendors at the edges of the crowd. You wipe a hand across your forehead and sigh. Today is going to be tough, and you are just getting started. Levi said he would be out here soon, that he would meet you on the corner of Renolli so you could finally get started working the streets. Only he is nowhere in sight. It is time to make a decision.</p>
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				<h2>Stay and wait on the corner another five minutes.</h2>
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				<p>You lean against the building, watching as people dash back, chasing down vendors for clothing or food, waving their trades madly beneath the desert sun.
				Someone’s shouting from a block down. It’s the man who owns the gelato store you and Levi would always stop at after school during the year. The man busts from the door, racing after someone.
				“Thief! Thief!”
				You’re curious, if not a little sympathetic as the man races after a slender figure in tattered clothes. You...</p>
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				<h2>Stay and wait for Levi.</h2>
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				<p>The crowds keep moving, and you catch a few flashes of the crimson Service jackets as they race after a young boy about half an hour later. Someone screaming about a thief.
				An hour goes by, and you decide to leave your spot on the wall, walking with the crowd. Trinkets from the vendors set up on the streets catch your eye every so often, and you stop to admire the wares from Insa, the Moroccan nation to the west.
				Eventually you get hungry and circle back to the gelato shop. The owner should be back by now and citrus sounds like just the right snack before heading home for dinner.
				The place smells sweet. The sharp scents of lemon and orange citrus stinging your nose as you approach the counter.
				You stand there, trying to decide which flavor to get for a minute or two before the bell chimes at your back. You turn to watch the pudgy shop keeper slide in. His face is a beaten red and he’s huffing, but otherwise he looks fairly well put together.
				“What’ll it be?” he asks, stepping behind the counter.
				You point to a flavor, and he hands you a small cup of the citrus gelato over the counter.
				“Have a nice day!”
				You nod and turn to walk out, but stop. Taking the gelato just like the boy had doesn’t feel quite right.</p>
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				<h3>
					<a href="../storypath/paytheman3.html">Pay the man</a>
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				<h3>
					<a href="../storypath/leaveanyway3.html">Leave anyway.</a>
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