Brett walked down the cobblestone street, two scantily clad, pretty girls on each arm. He guffawed; they twittered, it was, all in all, a good time. They stroked his chest and fluttered their eyes at him, and pouted their lips when his manly gaze broke away. Brett was obviously a dashing man. And then his demise wheeled up the street
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