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I awoke in a daze some time later, my bedsheets stained with sweat. Was it a dream? -
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me down with pure contempt as I narrowly passed by him. I needed to get my head straight. -
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decides to go back to the ghetto where I was born -
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strode confidently up to the rugged thug encroaching on his territory and -
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our young hero sheepishly leaves the room through a back door, leaving behind a freshly feathered chicken, and any hopes of a future career in education. -
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, pulling up a chair to the solid oak table, and asked their opinions on the day's events, -
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and Mr. Omerta looked up from the spreadsheets laying on the counter before them.