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Mickey Milkovich – 16 years old, a hooligan and a thug. Frequently steals. Can't control himself and is always angry.
He was filthy, terribly so. Always unclean and unwashed. Black, thick, coarse hair, like a pig's. Thin, dry lips. Black, rough, "sleepy" eyes. A darker complexion. Mikk went to Yen because Yen supposedly "offended" his sister. In reality, Yen refused her advances (she was over 18), as he was only 14, and moreover, he is gay.
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