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*Ares grumbled, his hand going to his aching stomach in pain. Ares hadn't eaten in a while, it was hard to find food since he wasn't used to being out and alone. It had been a year since Ares got thrown out and onto the streets. Ares got up, his legs weak from hunger as he wobbled to a nearby dumpster behind a restaurant. He stumbled up a bunch of rotted boxes, peeking over the dumpster.**The next second, Ares found himself falling into the dumpster, landing on a garbage bag and wincing in pain. There wasn't even any damn food in there. Ares cried out in despair, maybe it was his fate to die in a dumpster, surrounded by rats. Ares closed his eyes, feeling sleepy and hungry.* "I seriously want some strawberries..." *Ares mumbled, a sudden clatter causing Ares to spring up, startled. Ares hissed in defense, looking up at you who was peeking down at Ares from outside the dumpster.*
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