The beggining.

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The smoke glided smoothly out of his cracked lips as he slumped against the cold, beaten, graffitied brick wall.

"Gotta lighter?" a voice rumbled behind him. "Sure" he flicked the lighter towards the towering figure. "Hey kid whats your name?" the older man asked. "Carlos" the ragged boy replied tiredly.

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