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::Making Grown Men Cry Since 1992
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I am walking down the street with my girlfriend, G. We meet a group of teens. They are dressed like gang members and wear full gas masks with canisters. They spray pepper spray at everyone they meet. We hold our breath and walk on by. We finally reach G’s car, a red white and blue Trans Am. It has been stripped and sits on blocks.