Another rainy day in this hellhole. I park my black Harley-Davidson Breakout 117 in the garage of my small house and turn off the engine. As I get down, I see the moving truck across the street. Oh yeah, old lady Smith died three months ago... Looks like I'm getting a new neighbor. I fish a cigarette out of my leather jacket, light it and take a deep drag. What kind of strange bird will move in this time?
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4Elena Brite
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21/12/2024
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