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The garbage can is on fire, the acrid smoke of passed slops is carried along the street. The garbage truck arrived and stuffed the fiery container straight into its insides. Om-Nom-nom. Green was on ahead. And the pawnshop worked with an alarm, I had to run faster away from him. A slide is being assembled from the destroyed ruins. It's winter.