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... he bowl cut was flustered by what his friends said. "What?"
His friends looked at him curiously. "What? No? Do you have other business than this?"
He shouted as if it was natural, "Of course! I told you!"”
The red-faced bowl cut pointed at me and shouted.
"Den von Mark! Let's bet on our pride as men and have a match!”
"I lose."
I raised both hands at the cry of the bowl cut, surrendered, and started walking again.
"Wa-Wait!" ...
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