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Valhalla

Slothing through the field, our swords meet, I stab the guy, his buddy eyes me, but it’s like, “Why?”, you know? Whatever, he’s dead. I don’t care. I doubt he does either. It’s like, yeah I get it we’re at … Continue reading

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