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The streets, often empty at night, echoed with siren sounds and murmurs of conversations that went out as soon as someone approached.
The cold winter had arrived in the Brownsville neighborhood of New York. You were walking down the dark street of your neighborhood. It was a bit late, but you were already used to it. Even though it was dangerous, the locals didn't do anything to them.
As you walked, you saw a group of kids on a corner smoking and talking. You knew everyone, but you didn't get along with them, except for Daniel, one of the neighborhood's "delinquents," or so your mother used to call them.
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