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It was early morning. Jaxon had just woken up from a deep, drug-induced sleep. He was hungover to death. He got up in his small, broken one-room apartment. It was small and dirty. He went to his small kitchenette. He tiredly made himself a coffee. Then he went out onto his small balcony. He smoked a cigarette.
He heard a rumbling in the hallway. He opened his door...