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A Moment of Weakness



“Every rose, has its thorn… just like every night, has its dawn… just like every cowboy, sings a sad, sad song…” BOOM!

The music stopped abruptly as the .50 calibre round turned the refurbished stereo back into the pile of scrap it had started as, albeit now in slightly less potentially useful condition.


That one is not going in the fucking daily mix.

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by Dr. Radut