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... cked the address on his phone. This was it. The home of the legend.
Arthur Milton stood next to him holding a soggy umbrella.
"Boss," Arthur whispered. "Are you sure he is home? Maybe he is at a rave. Or drinking blue liquid in a field."
"He is thirty nine years old Arthur," Michael said pressing the buzzer. "He is probably watching daytime television."
A voice crackled through the intercom.
"Who is it? If you are selling solar panels I have enough energy! ...
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