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31 Degrees

It was 10 o'clock on a poorly lit street Nighttime breezes, very cold out there Freezing temperatures that brought much despaired As a man walked out, onto the street About 5’7” with curly blonde hair He confronted another man Wearing a royal blue fedora Giving off, a mysterious aura They both exchanged sacks of something unknown Very secretive as they set the tone They both walked off, opposite directions Police cars arrived, but too late for inspections

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