Hesitate. Finger on the trigger with a tremulous mind. Impale the angels voices nocuos to the crime. Address the complements with poison and wine. Clandestine cormorants taint
veracity. They use their venoms and cast their maledictions. These demons are a blessing to death, rancor rapes the heart..
Enough of this chimerical narcissism. This sempiternal machination, intrepid but feckless, now an extant disease so indelible, becoming pernicious. Exalt fear, its all you got left. But then the pen from the note rails through throat and the body falls to the floor.
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