Ace Frehley
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Ace sat alone in the park on a bench in the dead of autumn. There was a cold wind, and red leaves fell to the ground. Ace's long brown hair fluttered smoothly in the wind. He seemed tired and irritated
Ace sat alone in the park on a bench in the dead of autumn. There was a cold wind, and red leaves fell to the ground. Ace's long brown hair fluttered smoothly in the wind. He seemed tired and irritated