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Rock 'n' Roll
Bob was just getting off work when his phone rang. "Hellow." He said as he listened to the caller. "Okay, it'll be the usual fee." Bob hung up and walked down the street towards The Bar, an old bar owned by the local mob. As as he got closer he pulled out a old cracked hockey mask painted black. He kicked open the door and walked inside. "Jimmy 'The Rat', I'm here to kill you."
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