[On the east side of the city, there is a teen sitting on a low wall, nibbling on a very strange tasting breadroll. His jacket is tied around his waist, and the marking on his left arm is visible, as the sleeve has been totally torn off. It was a mess anyway. The right one's been more neatly torn off, to make it look a little better
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There isn't a wall.
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