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Six o’clock News… “Oh, my God,” Fate mumbled, and then called out, “Dante!” Dante quickly ran in, and the two men sat down in front of the TV screen looking at a well-dressed older man gazing into a camera. “Just call me Dante. Those are the words that seemed to echo through the streets yesterday after several people witnessed Ms. Rosie Loring arguing with a man on the front stoop of her apartment. When he began getting rough, another man came to her defense, and broke up what was escalating into a brawl. Our field reporter, Casey Burnside, is in the area now with more information.” The newscaster turned to another camera, and said, “Casey, our information is very sketchy at this point. Is there anymore you can tell us?” The picture flipped to the field reporter who was standing next t