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Nathan leant on the bell the moment he reached the front door of 39 Harrison Avenue.
The house was nice, he thought as he waited for an answer to the chimes that rang through the property, but not so nice that he could believe it was owned by a family whose daughter could afford to walk around in two thousand pounds worth of clothes and jewellery - the jewellery had been appraised by an expert Nathan trusted, and determined to be eighteen carat gold, with real gems, and worth approximately seventeen hundred and fifty pounds.
It was a couple of minutes before Nathan got a response. He was about to give up, and come back later, when the front door swung open and he found himself faced with a young man dressed in jeans and a yellow t-shirt, emblazoned with a city skyline and the words ‘T
