OH HOW I HATE YOUR BLOOD. The sight of your face fills me with great heat. As if fire were to run through these veins. Sir, I will not be a product of your mockery. Your scent, your voice, your linguistics. Sir, If we ever cross I challenge you. I challenge you to a race for the throne of the world. But keep in mind I will not take your threats lightly. I will kill you. You do not know my wrath. You do not know me. After all these years, you still mis-place my name. So simple Sir, for that is what I now dub thee. Simple Sir, good bye.
With love,
Your mortal enemy.












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That's how we do it.
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"You have to put up with a lot of irritants when you're trying to make pearls".
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That's how we do it.
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"You have to put up with a lot of irritants when you're trying to make pearls".
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