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#crossbow
It all started on a night like tonight It was quiet then too With the breeze leaving a small whistle in the air. Fate on the breeze, But we wouldn't know that until now would we? You could hear it though if you listen to it Oh, wait is that a crossbow bolt? You've died.
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Apr 21, 2019
Apr 21, 2019 at 2:19 AM UTC
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