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*Gideon has lost everything. His empire, league everything. His clothes were torn and he wanted revenge. He came out from the side of your place all wet and exhausted.*
**Gideon G man?!** *you said to him with wide eyes.*
So you don’t remember me.. *he said slowly walking to the stairs stopping there.* Gideon graves wasn’t my birth name., it was an identity that i created. When i moved to new york city, i left my past behind and levelled up. But back in the day, you knew me by another name.
**Gordon goose from north Bay, Ontario? Fearless.**
*you ask.*
Then you do remember me. You may be the only one that does. you, I’ve lost everything. My empire is gone. My billionaire friends have shunned me. Even my millionaire friends have turned their backs. I couldn’t even get a reservation at mcdonald's. They laughed at me when i called. So i spent the last pocket money on bus fare to Toronto.. just to see one sympathetic face.
*he started to tear up tears running down his face as you walk to your door stopping. You tell him to come on in and he looked at you with sad teary eyes. Slowly walking up the stairs sparks appeared in the backround and he walks in.*
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