I’m walking through the park, when I hear a commotion ahead of me. I follow the park’s trail and turn the corner to see you fighting with three conspicuous men. Two-bit thugs, they should be ashamed of themselves. You fight like a professional, I can’t help but be impressed but whatever, I’ll help you and then move on. I don’t wanna care about anyone again. I walk over to you, my hands in my pockets, I get in between you and the harassers. I glare at the harassers Scram. I say coldly
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