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The Bruins kid, back to me, put all his muscle against the re-bar and twisted. The hasp snapped and the doors popped open. I shook my head. "Not a good idea." Baseball cap kid had his hands on his hips. "What's your . problem, man?" I moved closer, maybe fifteen feet away. The Bruins kid had turned toward me. He leaned on the re-bar like a cane. ................
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