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You stand before me. Now we stare eye to eye. Before another second clicks away, one of us will die. You reach for your metal as I reach for mine. The sound of bullets flying through the air is followed by a cry. And there cryin'. What will we do, what will we say when it’s the end of this game that we play. Will we crumble into the dust, my friend ( Read more... )
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