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Micheal craved it, success that is. He wanted his name in flashing lights and to be adored by millions.

Instead, he was holed up in a tiny apartment on the fifth floor. He was a nobody in a big city with even bigger dreams and no money.

Micheal needed change.

He needed to feel like his life meant something.

Turning to his open window, gazing upon the setting sun, Micheal is filled with peace.

The voice of the wealthy business man's house he bugged wails through his headphones.

That man's daughter whimpers in the corner of Michael's.

"It's time, darling."

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