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| The fat bastard had me by the throat. The anger in his eyes betrayed his secret. He was surely insane and thirsty for blood. I knew at that moment it was time to fight back with everything i had, there was no holding back. No half assed effort. Not this time, or it would surely be the last of my days. . . | |||||||
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