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Michael interjected his way in with his usual charm. "To the dorks wearing makeup." He pressed the matters, addressing the Goths. "We don't have any issues with you, come back later and we will gladly beat your sissy asses." He gritted his teeth.

Gregory stared at Misha, a turbulent rage bubbling up from within. He could feel his blood rising. He clenched his fists.