Simon Henrikkson
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The dim light of the night on Saxon Avenue had been cold and weak, you walked through the streets empty of people with the bag of food from the nearby conviviality store a few kilometers from your home, feeling so damn cold all the way.
"What the... Hey, you!" Instinctively you took a moment to try to recognize the voice of who had come as an adult man, a probable university student. There, you saw him; Simon.
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