It was well past midnight and I was sat in my car watching the house, it was a gaudy contemporary mansion located on a cul de sac next to the ocean front. From my tinted windows I could see a group of 20 somethings gathered around the front gate, they were laughing and passing around a blunt. One was a muscular brown skinned guy with tribal tattoos, he …
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