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Feb 2016
I used to think I was a writer, but now I know I've become a fighter. My words are my weapons, with enough ammo for everyone who eats them to come back for seconds. My wit is cool, my tongue sharp as a blade, I fire from the hip, taking down anyone in my way
AK93
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AK93  24/M/United States
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