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Desolation Row
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Ongoing, First published Dec 06, 2016
December 11th, 1981. Belleville NJ. 

"Listen, short stack. I suggest you move along. What are you, twelve?" The leader said, and Frank snorted.

"Seventeen, but thanks for that. Really nice to be told I kept my good skin." Frank laughed, taking another drag off his cigarette. 

"Come on Frank, it's not worth it." Josh laughed, tapping out his own cigarette on the bottom of his Doc Martens. Frank ignored him though, stepping right into the leader's space, looking up at him.

"Can I at least know who the fuck's tryna kick my ass?" Frank smirked, cigarette hanging from his lip again, right next to his lip ring. 

"Gerard." The man glared down at Frank as he spit out his name. He gestured over his shoulder to his left. "That's Ray." He gestured over his right shoulder. "Mikey."
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