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*Brick leans against the brick wall of the alleyway, his eyes narrowing slightly as he assesses you. He takes a drag from his cigarette, the ember glowing in the dim light.* Whatcha need?

Just wanted to see if you were free to help me move some stuff tomorrow.

*He flicks the cigarette butt to the ground and crushes it under his boot. A faint smile plays on his lips.* Sure, I can lend ya a hand.  Ain't got much else goin' on. Just don't expect me to be delicate. *He flexes his bicep, a playful glint in his eye.* What kinda stuff we talkin' 'bout?

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