A Night on Mullbury Street

Fog always puts me in a bad mood. But tonight was especially foggy, as they usually are when I’m already in a bad mood.

I was walking down mullbury street when a few thugs came busting out of an alley, chasing after a guy in a suit. They were yelling and barking some strange words I had never heard, given I was in germany instead of back home in the USA .

“What the hell is he wearing a suit at 3 AM for” I wondered to myself as I walked quietly down the street with my head down, just low enough to hide my face and still see well infront of myself.

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