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May 2014
Who's there?
Ah, a lost child?
An old man?

Anyway, we're gonna **** him, huh?

No?
Come on.
Liar.

Why would you-
Oh.
Never mind.

I'll bring a mop.
Build the grave, old man.
Written by
Mjil Kfats
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