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The local bar. A seedy, dimly-lit place, for the most part. It helped the place was cheap as hell- cheaper than any of the nicer places anyway. But it meant that the worst of the worst sat around there, and the staff didn't care much- barely got paid enough to even serve drinks and actually clean the glasses. But it was the perfect place for Cassie. He knew all the tricks that any of the opportunistic women who prowled the bar would use to try and get money off him. He just loved drinking, the women, and the seedy ambiance. He rested his head in the palm of his hand while placing it on the table, a cheap, fruity cocktail in the other -- sipping away; looking for anyone to chat up -- or take advantage of. "God, can you believe it?" Vel was in a rare bad mood, sipping a little too much wine as she seemed angry, "he broke up with me. He fucking broke up! He said I was too prim and proper. Well so-rry, not every girl likes to hold hands in public and kiss whenever you like! I mean

I found myself at a dead end while my persuers followed behind the corner turn. I was against the TASER user, the ASSASSIN man, and the NEGOTIATOR. But I smirked as they lifted their guns towards me, and pointed my hand at the wall. I whispered the key words, as the invisible locks turned and the concrete cracked open with a door silhouette, giving way to my exit. You're probably wondering what's going on. Let me explain from the start. On everyone's 18th birthday, they get their powers for the rest of their life. It seems simple until you try to see what the power is. I woke up to a confusing screen that stated: "Congratulations on your power! Access Will be Granted." What the hell? I rubbed my eyes, but it didn't change. Did I have to wait more for details on my powers? As the screen disappeared when I sat down for breakfast, I asked my parents: "...my power didn’t seem to tell what it was... any insight?" They shrugged, my father answering: "Powers work in mysterious ways. Your

Seven feet beneath the lavish gardens of lilies, white roses and marble steps, a hot sweaty body and muscled legs boldly bounded with water splashing over big black boots. Striding across the metal pipes, Strongman Stefán rushed through the drains, hands on a metallic cart carrying a dark box. He focused on his view as he called in with the Operator. "How is everything?" He huffed, looking behind and almost swearing he saw a ghost. He knew that back on the street level, Operator confirmed from his binoculars across the street, ensuring everyone’s locations with trackers. "Everything is smooth thus far," he stated as he crouched lower, "We've successfully replaced the real diamond with a replica, and our thief has managed to use her hairclip to escape the office." The guards stood in front of the iron doors of Mr. Synd's mansion, softly exchanging ideas with each other. A shadow passed by the wind, causing a breeze and an unusual chill in the area. "It's getting a bit cold isn't it?"

Introduction “I ... can’t ... breathe.” These infamous three words strike at many hearts. On May 25th, 2020, George Floyd passed away with a cop having knelt on him for nine minutes straight. With unnecessary forceful violence exerted, the police demonstrated just part of the systemic racism that penetrates the core of United States values. Here, I will demonstrate with countless research and evidence that what happened was not an outlier. Within education, health care, incarceration, policies, et cetera, the government has neglected crucial issues relevant to minorities. Employees in all these institutions add to the poison that is Systemic Racism. Psychological Research Before delving into the most political side of systemic racism, it’s important to think about why people have unconscious biases in the United States on a large level. From the study “Polluting Black Space” from the Standford University, Eberhardt demonstrates that the physical spaces that were associated with

My momma criticizin', sayin' she need no child in a gang Son too wild for her to control I'd be lost on my own on the roads Smokin' on who knows what Wearing the chains of fancy And begging for more money I say my love is all I need, real money we're all softies in our friendly "gang" Rapping about my troubles, they're not fancy Exerting my own life, my control You thought I couldn't make it, so what Here I am, dancin out on the roads But rain and trouble pour down on the roads As I gather my remaining money They can't hear me, ask me "what?" I struggle with my problems, while I'm gang- ling, My mind losing control As the car and lights show off their fancy I thought I could do whatever I fancy I reassert myself, saying this road to hell is paved with good control I just need more help, for my money I still thought this was the right gang But maybe I wanted something more, if so, what? I feel a bit more comfort, some what In my momma's home, nothing fancy see their disappointment