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“What the hell is going on here, Officer?” He grumbled. 1. One keeps rules in order to be one’s self. Above her head was an aura of white fire. But how long would she last, withering away to a desiccated pile of skin and bone? Round and round she would go. I'm sure she'll let me go, though. I got a rusty bolt cutter.
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