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The [i]Feeling[/i] was back again.

It was a chilly day, even more so for those venturing out from their homes and shopping during it. For Emily, who had managed to find shelter for the night in the garden shed of a family away for the week (or perhaps the day, Emily didn't know), it was freezing. She didn't like to steal, it went against everything she wanted to become, but she was desperate and the coat left hanging on the door looked warm. Even if the shade of green was [i]ugly[/i] as anything.

She couldn't be picky after all.

The [i]Feeling[/i] was back again.

Her day had been much like previous; some nice old people had taken pity on the young homeless girl and brought her a warm lunch of soup and bread. It was the first hot meal she'd had that week, so she couldn't complain about hating tomato soup, she just happily finished the soup and bread and thanked the old woman before going on her way. The homeless situation was getting worse in the city, but as she was a lot younger than most she often got ignored. Except for the random upper class man telling her to stop being a 'whore' and to go back to her parents.

Emily would if she could. She really would. That option wasn't there for her anymore.

As she turned onto a street, going towards the park where she'd hoped to find a bench to sleep on, she came to a sudden stop. [b]The [i]Feeling[/i] was back again.[/b]

The [i]Feeling[/i] that never lead her wrong. The [i]Feeling[/i] that something was about to happen. The [i]Feeling[/i] that while she rarely could remember the outcome, often left her with things that she could sell to get money for a room, or some food, or both (one rare time). The items were never stolen, she was always more than sure of it, but she never understood how she got them.

It didn't matter though. The [i]Feeling[/i] was back again. Emily trusted it, because while it always made her nervous it also made her feel strong.

She followed the [i]Feeling[/i] to where it was guiding her, and the others around her continued on their merry way to get indoors or to just enjoy the scenic view of Autumn. As they always did.

The [i]Feeling[/i] was here.