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The deal of the goddessLow sniffles could be heard through out the police station. It was dead of night so only a few cops were there. One cop was intrigued and heart broken by the sounds of the sniffle. He leaned back in his chair and saw a small black haired boy sitting on the bench crying. The cop felt even more pity and looked around. After a quick search, he found another cop walking towards the boy.The deal of the goddess
"What's his story?" He asked the fellow officer. The cop lowered his head and scratched his gray hair.
"He and his parents were walking home on the BlackFire gang's turf, we think the gang thought they were rich, both parents
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