Absolute Panic
I grew up in a tough neighborhood.
We didn’t have gangs, per se, but there were ‘“Cliques’ and factions that fought each other often. We generally didn’t have to worry about guns or knives. The only weapon that was occasionally used were nunchucks, but the wielders were usually unskilled enough that they were taken away and jammed down their throats (but…
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