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Whiplash

Mickey swung and with a crack sent the ball soaring through the air, his eyes following it as he launched to first only to stop halfway. The ball descended toward Shueman’s Shoe Polish factory, and Mickey, Jake, Becky, everyone scattered like roaches at first light. The building was long-abandoned, but the last time someone was caught breaking a window – a kid just kicking rocks out of boredom – Mayor Doolan made his parents pay a hefty fine. Mickey liked the city but only barely understood the depths political corruption, corruption his parents worked three jobs to someday escape to a better place.

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