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The figure moved; "let by gones be by gones n'all" called the other reaching for gun. Shadow flashed, eyes witnessed unsong; "bound soul flitting shade bound, n'all!" gun sung. As the bank clerk accosted sought shelter, the barrelled void looked on with glee. Happy? What a time to shine we've a belter, and I'll betch ya bare presents from me. Animate beings the devils in deets Replete we so are and we suffer. In-animacy, the terms quite discreet, and our ignorance hampers our buffer. For guns everywhere, unloading despair, pushing and crushing; the barrels grim stare.
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Dec 11, 2017
Dec 11, 2017 at 6:46 PM UTC
Gun-Running
The figure moved; "let by gones be by gones n'all" called the other reaching for gun. Shadow flashed, eyes witnessed unsong; "bound soul flitting shade bound, n'all!" gun sung. As the bank clerk accosted sought shelter, the barrelled void looked on with glee. Happy? What a time to shine we've a belter, and I'll betch ya bare presents from me. Animate beings the devils in deets Replete we so are and we suffer. In-animacy, the terms quite discreet, and our ignorance hampers our buffer. For guns everywhere, unloading despair, pushing and crushing; the barrels grim stare.
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Dec 11, 2017
Dec 11, 2017 at 6:46 PM UTC
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