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| It was dark and stormy that night |
It's coming.
I can see it.
There,
and again.
Not long now.
Oh, my dear son Robbie.
oh Robert.
I wonder if you won tonight.
sorry I missed it.
drip
drip
Well well.
Ohh, aaahh, oh shit, fuckkk, shit shit shit
So this is it.
Home to tripping philosophers.
Babbling priests.
I always wondered.
and it's too bad, really.
It sucks.
but face it boy.
its gonna happen.
soon.
I can't change it.
I'll can't fucking move.
It's over for me.
I've lost the battle.
Shit, I've lost a lot of battles.
I have no luck.
No fuckin shit.
Incredible, how it goes.
I never even got to…Oh God, whoaa whoaa aaaathe car'sss ssshifting.
My chesss! It'sss crushing crrussshh.
Ahhh! …ainnnnn …pai....
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