BIFF

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The old man sagged in his chair, rotting wood creaking beneath him. He slowly rocked back and forth, disease radiating off his body. A stream of bugs trickled down his withered, liver-spotted arm. He brought a pale, bony hand to his face and flicked a bug away; doing so, a thin lock of hair fell across his vulture eye. The eye sat perched on his face, raw, torn skin twitching below it.
A noise came through the pitch-black night. The psuedo-man raised a flickering lantern to diminish the darkness, contorting figures on his deeply chiseled face. He revealed four brawny police officers marching

Now I'm off to save Phillip!
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"That's all words, they're all I have... So be it. I know that well... I don't know, I'll never know: in the silence you don't know. You must go on. I can't go on. I'll go on."
- Samuel Beckett
What doesn't kill you only makes you stranger.
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ZETSUBOUSHITA!!!
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"That's all words, they're all I have... So be it. I know that well... I don't know, I'll never know: in the silence you don't know. You must go on. I can't go on. I'll go on."
- Samuel Beckett
What doesn't kill you only makes you stranger.
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you can tune a piano, but you can't tunafish.
わたしは すごい です!
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ZETSUBOUSHITA!!!
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you can tune a piano, but you can't tunafish.
わたしは すごい です!
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ZETSUBOUSHITA!!!
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ZETSUBOUSHITA!!!
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