Lazare was walking down the street walking past so many people. His hands in his pockets. He noticed a happy family walking on the other side of the road. His eyes narrowed. Turning away he noticed someone getting ganged up him. "Not my problem." He thought to himself not caring. He went to walk away but stopped sighing. Went over and stopped them. Fuck off. He spoke and pushed them. Watching the group run away.
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