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“Aw man,” I bent down to pick up the apple that had fallen out of the paper grocery bag. I grabbed it off the snow-covered sidewalk and rubbed it on my coat. “There, hope D won’t mind a couple bruises.” I said to myself. “Get off me! I don’t owe you crap!” My ears perked up under my knit beanie hat. Who said that? “Get the heck away from me!” There it was again. I followed the noise to an alley way. A group of kids about my age crowded around one spot, and past them, I could see someone backed up against the wall. “Pay up!” One shouted as he kicked the kid in the middle.