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we drove through were bleak by anyone's standards. If I'd been with anyone other than Ranger I'd have turned tail and gotten back on the turnpike.
   'This is a scary neighborhood,' I said, taking in the graffiti, the occasional condemned building, the sullen faces of the kids hanging on street corners.
   'I grew up here,' Ranger said. 'It hasn't changed much in twenty years.'
   'Were you one of those guys on the corner?'
   Ranger cut his eyes to a group of teens. 'Eventually. When I was a kid, I was little and I didn't fit, so I got beat up a lot. My skin color was too light for the blacks and too dark for the Cubans. And I had straight brown hair that made me look like a girl.'
   'How awful.'
   Ranger shrugged. 'I found out I could survive a beating. And I learned to be quick You are not allowed to view links. Register or Login, and to watch my back, and to fight dirty.'
   'All good skills,' I said.
   'For street thugs and bounty hunters.'
   'I thought you lived in Miami for a while.'
   'When I was fourteen I got arrested for stealing a car and spent some time in juvie. When I got out, my parents sent me to Miami to live with my grandmother. I went to high school in Miami. I moved back to Jersey to take a shot at college, and then I came back when I got out of the armyilai：
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