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My armor was scarred: battle-proven; impermeable burden. It was fabricated by generations of Hard-core Sicilians. Provided by birthright to defend against our own weakness. The day came for me to lay down my armor- I obeyed my master- still a warrior but so much faster- for now I yield sword and shield

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Published: Mar 20, 2016
LinesWords: 1852

Notes: and the battle rages on!!
Tags: #hardcore

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