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The Brothers Two
Damn what's that rancid, torrid smell, gives you the utter desire to heave. No, no, this can't be, my old soul mate's, the brother's two, Death and Depression. With their combined stench it's even more utterly vile than before when it was decided they would drop their cloak's and reside with me for awhile. In their unending unholy quest which was decided for me, many a trap would be set. Love, hate, and agony........... Hence their last visit, I swore I would never let them capture me with their lies and deceit. G. Williams
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