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    A shabby apartment. 

"Eyyo, Dr Dre."

One of the five men dressed in black suits, blue shirts, no-tie and black shoes said, one of his arms leaning on the small sofa at the center of the shabby sitting room. 

"Hey! What do you want?"

Dre asked, looking at the fellow who had just spoken. He looked away from the fellow to the other one who had just walked to the wall where the television was hung. On that same wall was the frame of his dead mom hung,

"Don't touch that mate."

Dre stood up, meaning to make an advance towards the guy. 

"Easy, big fella."

That henchman turned and walked off the wall. The three other were seated in the big sofa opposite that which Dre was now occupying. 

The five men who seemed to be formal, had knocked on his door five minutes ago and he had gone to attend to them. Only for them to barge into his house and boss around. 

He was availing the

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