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Run wild That was the motto Of course it didn’t address running wild in the streets and away from angry shopkeepers and the police and rival gangs and betrayed friends It all starts with a run from responsibility, evading reality “Think you can live like that?” father had said. “Go ahead and try. C’mon, not like you’re of any use round here. Go!” He went and the years have passed and he was never missed But tonight he would return with a couple of friends some rope and a few sharp objects A dim light was flickering in the kitchen meaning the old man would be at the table with a belly heavy with drink and a head light with fumes So not much changed "Well, let's go."

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