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I watch the smoke start to rise:
one hundred homes one hundred fires;
everything you own now burns away.

This town is no longer mine;
it's fucked with me for the last time.
How I wish that I could see your face.

I ever tell you about the time my buddy Keith drove his car off a cliff, broke both his legs? It's not a funny "ha-ha" story so much as a make-you-think story. For instance: windshields look pretty durable, right? Not the case, acording to Keith. Son of a bitch flew right through that sucker-

Soldiers are balanced.

Nothing is for sale unless I say it is. The grimm has never been for sale and never will be.
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