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Story needs some spice:
"It was down-pouring like buckets, mudslides and trees had fallen across the roads, early Sunday morning in the deserted warehouse district where cops feared to go, and only the distant sounds of shots kept the roaming feral ravenous dog packs at bay. I needed to get there soon or bad things would happen. My credit card had been canceled only days earlier,bills piling up, and how to trade a busted guitar for some parts was a mystery."
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Meanwhile other things are still happening.
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