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Scarface It was a dark murky night and the grey evil looking clouds hurled their way over the twilight moon. The sharp wind cut its way briskly through the trees creating an eerie spooky sound. The prehistoric shabby trees curled towards the dwelling habitance of the ancient house as if they were to swallow it in one big gulp. There was silence. Apart from the constant humming of the few streetlights that were and the frequent riotous barking of a wild astray dog there was no other sound in the cold dismal dead end road. Tip. Tap. Tip Tap. It started to rain. Small but sharp raindrops fell to the floor. Vision started to blur as the small raindrops miraculously changed to constant pounding raindrops blistering the tarmac and anything else in its way. He waited crouched uncomfortably down beside an old shabby looking tree. He was tall but his figure was hidden in a long...

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