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Misery: A Gun on The Head
'How did you feel when you and your gang were discovered. Explain your emotions." "I don't know" "What about a good talk over dinner?" "Hates dinner." 'Lunch or breakfast, or even an evening snack." 'Hate food." "Alcohol?" 'Bad for health." "Desserts?" 'Too much fat." "A cigarette?" "Lung cancer" Her sighs escaped from her lipsticked mouth as it made through to the lad in his twenties, keenly observing his own hands, being in deep thought over how a two-year-long love story and a beautiful heart of his had been broken down like a plastic toy. The emotion remaining in him would have been vengeance had it been for anyone like Gina, Haven, or Oil, his past dupes who had loved him for life and would have had it not been for his sullen 'Goodbye" summoning them to his dad. It was s
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