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Uhbout Murder

I grabbed him and threw him over a rail. He died.

He came back to life like zombies do. Even zombies shit. Ever smell a zombie poo?

Anyway. He came for revenge. He threw at me machetes

I said, you ain’t ready. And I attacked him with a flamethrower.

Before he died I put a picture to his face, “Do you know her?!”

Yes. That’s me.

I put a hand in the air, Taxi!

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