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If it wasn't for my trusty chalice of orphan tears being able to parry his initial blow I'd no doubt have been served from the local kebab store already; my escape spurred on a frenzied warning about "the machine" and "distinguished gentlemen shaking they booty cheeks". Every night I hear him cry in the distance:
"I got new forgis on my jeep".
Meanwhile, my attempts to escape to Harlem, NY are inexplicably sabotaged despite constant CCTV surveillance in my area. I've already thrown the coin away but everything keeps happening.
I fear my days on this Earth are limited. Buying that time is a constant struggle.
-rep this man WILL KILL YOU.