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He never cared and he never failed. His favored weapon was poison through tea. But sometimes that was hard to be. Sometimes a bullet in the temple was the necessary evil. And sometimes a knife it was suppose to be. Nobody cared who this man was. Nobody cared how was it done. They only cared for the job they wanted to be done. And it was always done.
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May 20, 2013
May 20, 2013 at 5:56 AM UTC
The Assassin
He never cared and he never failed. His favored weapon was poison through tea. But sometimes that was hard to be. Sometimes a bullet in the temple was the necessary evil. And sometimes a knife it was suppose to be. Nobody cared who this man was. Nobody cared how was it done. They only cared for the job they wanted to be done. And it was always done.
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May 20, 2013
May 20, 2013 at 5:56 AM UTC
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