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What are you doing here? The fifth floor of a parking garage, caged in with the filth of pigeons and the butts of cigarettes, is no place for you. Get. Go on.
It’s a silly thing. Sluggish. Get out of here.
Someone will run over it. A small bump in the pavement, a tiny crushed skull. Get now. Find your friends.
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