Nilpaurion it is foolish to offer yourself to the noose, unless it is a bluff. I play a strange new game from the west named Pokr that you bring to mind.
Et tu, Alcarillo. Please don't ask for my murder without an explanation beyond 'gotta go.' We need reasons, we still have several hours and I want a wolf to die. It helps to have a reason on this so random of days.
I am done for now and seek the solace of Azaelia who should now be trembling and sweating and vulnerable from the lack of drink
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I am a sick man ... I am a spiteful man. I am an unpleasant man. I think my liver is diseased.
Fyodor Dostoevsky "Notes From the Underground"
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