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... his backpack banged against his spine, the heat of the Playbook vibrating through the canvas.
Mike leaned forward, with his dangling cigarette in his mouth, his goonies snapping their knuckles, leather jackets creaking.
Their shadows had stuck Gezza to a dumpster, whose smell of piss-and-rot was suffocating.
His heart thumped, his perspiration streaming on his greasy hair. Fuck, no way out. Gotta try.
"You think you can screw my girl and walk, creep?" Mike snarled ...
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