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... wine bottle while seated with his legs spread apart.
With his disheveled hair, battered face, and completely soulless eyes, it was easy to tell that he was completely out of it.
Taking a swig from the bottle he carried, Melvin sighed. "All I wanted to do was make this city a better place."
Of course that was a lie.
From the moment he learned about the difference in class, Melvin had always been one to attack peasants.
It gave him great joy watching them s ...
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