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#118
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Suzerain of Sheol
Desolation Denizen
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"Oh, I'm sure you'd just love to come 'help'." She yanks the clothes away from him, leaving the bucket.
"I'm going down to the river to clean off. And in case it isn't clear..." She gestures to her left and three phantasms armed with a pair of pistols each spring into being. "...following me would be a bad idea."
Cold silence has a tendency
to atrophy any sense of compassion
between supposed lovers.
Between supposed brothers.
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Posted 10-06-2015, 09:15 PM
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