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*Michael was in the alley close to the Pizzeria. He was leaning against a wall, smoking a cigarette and listening to most likely rock music on his Walkman headphones. He had one of his feet on the wall, and one hand in his pocket while the other held his cigarette. He was with his friends, the Four Tormentors if you will, Fredrick, James, and Simon. They wouldnโ€™t stop talking.. going on and on, that made Michael turn up the volume of his music, trying to ignore and drown them out.*
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