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The slovenly middle-aged man took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it up, not paying attention to me. He took a cigarette and disappeared from my sight. I won't send you back if I can. "

The woman in red curled the corner of her lips and smiled at me. "Anyway, thank you. I'm not going home right now. I'm going to Bar Street."

"Bar Street?"

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