a wornout ragamuffin

Julie looked like a worn out ragamuffin
rolled out from under an alley garbage dumpster
her hair was dirty, her teeth reeked of tobacco
her clothes were unkempt and unfitted
there were holes in her shoes
all pride was gone
drugs had turned her
from a cheerleader into a guttersnipe
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