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May 22, 2007 23:24:55 GMT -5
Post by InYourHead on May 22, 2007 23:24:55 GMT -5
standard, low class housing
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Zheardok
Imp
The broken shards of sanity are all that is left of me.
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Jun 5, 2007 21:53:55 GMT -5
Post by Zheardok on Jun 5, 2007 21:53:55 GMT -5
James was lying on the floor, limbs sprawled out. He was bored.
There's nothing to do...Why am I here? There's nothing here. Nothing to do.
"Maybe you should go and find something to do. Surely there's someone who doesn't deserve their life."
James' eyebrows frowned.
What the...Who the f**k are you?
"Why..I-I'm...Your conscience! Yeah, that's it! Your conscience! We haven't spoken in a little while."
I thought conscience were supposed to be little angels and little devils that sit on your shoulder and tell you what to do. Why are you just a voice?
"It isn't always little angels or devils, some people have voices in their heads, or random yield signs that smack them in the forehead when they do something that's against their moral."
I've...Never...Heard of that...
"Well, it happens. Trust me. I'm your conscience, you're supposed to believe anything I say."
Well, you're not very convincing.
"Hello. Conscience. I speak truth."
I still don't believe...
"Shut up!"
Okay.
"There's probably something to do in this house, you've just got to look. In places besides behind that couch over there, I mean."
I guess so...Well, while you're here, what should I do about those two that got away? That Jacob and Megan couple? They've probably informed the police by now.
"You never stay in one specific spot for too long, you know. You just got into this house. Plus, there's plenty of people around who look like you, similar clothes and everything."
Really? Are the people who dress like me so d**n stupid they can't think of anything new?
"Some are, not all."
Huh. That's weird.
James got up, slowly but instantly from that discussion, to go look behind the refridgerator. There's gotta be something behind there... He thought. The voice came back "Don't be foolish. Go check the basement."
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Jun 6, 2007 10:50:47 GMT -5
Post by InYourHead on Jun 6, 2007 10:50:47 GMT -5
It was then that a black cat with red eyes appeared on James' chest, licking its paw. "The world is full of vermin and sinners." It said jumping off of him before heading into the living room. He then jumped up onto the television and it turned onto the news where the current topic was monopolising corperations.
"Not everyone sees them like you do James. You're special." The telivision continued to change channles from pictures of bombs exploding to starving children. The cat jumped off and scratched at the far wall. "Bad people belong in hell...You know this." Then with one single pounce it jumped through the wall and all that was left was a bloodstain.
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Zheardok
Imp
The broken shards of sanity are all that is left of me.
Posts: 6
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Jun 6, 2007 21:13:56 GMT -5
Post by Zheardok on Jun 6, 2007 21:13:56 GMT -5
James stared in stunned fascination. He'd never seen anything like this. What channel is that? He thought, still staring at the TV. "Shouldn't you be more concerned with that cat? It's TALKING!" I wonder if that TV gets cable... "Forget about the d**n TV! There's something about that cat that just went through the wall and left a big blood splatter..." And there's none of that grainy stuff... "JAMES!" Oh, right...The cat.. James thought, looking away from the TV to where the cat last was. "Were you even paying attention to what it was saying?" James shook his head. Not really "Ugh...Well, somehow it knows about your mental disfigurement. It knows that you know about the vile people that walk this Earth, and what you do when you come across them." James squinted. That's even more odd than me talking to you. "Thanks..." The voice said sarcastically.
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Jun 7, 2007 17:48:30 GMT -5
Post by InYourHead on Jun 7, 2007 17:48:30 GMT -5
The cat made shadows fall over the lamps and windows causing the room to go dark only to be backlit with a faint blue light. "Telivision!? You're on the brink of cleansing the world of ideosy and corruption and you want to know if you get cable!" The t.v. emediately exploded as the wind picked up to sound like the screeching of 1,000 banchee's as the secret door next to the empty bookshelf swung open. The stairs immediately descended into a circular staircase and on the wall was mounted a large gleaming firemans axe. "Do you want to change the world or watch it pass you by?"
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Zheardok
Imp
The broken shards of sanity are all that is left of me.
Posts: 6
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Jun 8, 2007 23:19:49 GMT -5
Post by Zheardok on Jun 8, 2007 23:19:49 GMT -5
"Cats got a point."
James sighed.
"I know. I want to change the world, rid it of sin and corruption, madness and chaos. Finding those sources, and annihilating them was my self appointed task after I killed him, and then them." He said, closing his eyes when he said 'him'. "To find these sources is one thing, but to do something about them is another all together. I know that the longer I wait, the longer I hold back, more and more people are pushed to the limit, and beyond, just as I was, and they too become like me. It's just that, I'm distracted sometimes, by conventional objects such as that TV."
"That's pretty insightful. Too bad you c-"
Shut. Up.
James opened his eyes.
"I just don't know where to begin. "
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Jun 10, 2007 19:25:22 GMT -5
Post by InYourHead on Jun 10, 2007 19:25:22 GMT -5
The cat jumped back into the room with a dark aura around him. "YOU DONT KNOW WHERE TO START!?" it scoweled looking at him with angry eyes. "Maybe I was wrong in choosing you. No matter. Time for your first test!" The cat then smiled wide as its paws grew into elongated scissors. It then jumped onto his back digging its blades into both his arms and legs. After James fell to the ground, the cat pulled back ripping out a duplicate of James' body which stumbled back. The cat then dissapearedd and James' copy smirked back at him. "How about now? Do you know what to do now?"
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Dec 25, 2007 3:19:34 GMT -5
Post by kashim on Dec 25, 2007 3:19:34 GMT -5
Gabriel walked through the front door and locked it behind him, the great thing about this place is that it's fully protected, it's almost impossible for anyone to fnd him here. Gabriel stretched out on the couch and let himself sink into it's comfortable folds. He knuzzled up to the back of the couch. He wasn't going to go back to the way he was, he was free now, he was happy and free, sure he had hate, he had depression, but now he didn't have to worry about all the other useless emotions, not guilt, not remorse, no pain, no misery. All he had now was happiness and hate, the rest of the world could rot for all he cared, from now on he was looking out for himself and no one else. No distractions, no love, or friends to weaken him, he was finally free.
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Dec 25, 2007 4:53:52 GMT -5
Post by kashim on Dec 25, 2007 4:53:52 GMT -5
After awhile of laying on the couch he got to his feet and stretched, he walked over to his bag and started to assort it's contents on the floor, meticulously placing each object into a group, making sure they were neat and arranged in an acceptable shape. First he pulled out his knives and scalpels, he arranged them evenly spaced apart from largest to smallest and even grouped them into categories of blade shape and what kind of an edge it had, serrated or otherwise, next came the empty vial he'd had his acid in, he'd need to get it refilled if he wanted to use it again, next were his sedatives, under normal circumstances he'd use it to abduct someone he deemed worthy but he didn't meet anyone important enough tonight, maybe he'd bring Laura here and have a chat with her, next was his prized zippo lighter, it was a Matt black with a flaming dragon on one side, he gently laid it next to the syringe of sedatives, finally he took out some rope and a few rolls of duct tape. Once he'd emptied the bag he placed it next to the items and folded it neatly making sure to clean every spec of dirt off of it, he made sure everything was accounted for and transferred the objects to a table where they were laid in the exact positions they were in when they were placed on the floor. Gabriel cracked his back and went into the kitchen, he still had his KA-BAR in the back of his waist belt but he'd hung his coat up at the door, he went over to a cabinet and took a package of Ramen from it, making sure everything was still neat before he closed the door and proceeded to cook his meal. There was something bothering him though, every time he turned around it seemed like someone was trying to stop him, and no matter what he just couldn't understand why, he was happy, he was healthy, what was the big deal? So he killed a few people here and there, maybe more, but even still it just didn't make sense to him. Suddenly he remembered the voice of someone he couldn't remember say "It doesn't matter if you feel happy now, in the end you'll only turn back to the way you were, and in the end you'll hate yourself more..." Gabriel smiled and laughed a little, well he didn't have to worry about that anymore, he didn't have that, he didn't feel remorse or pity, he didn't feel guilt. Once his food was ready he sat down on his couch and ate in silence, the more he thought about it the more he wanted to go back out and have a good time, he thought about going out and getting that woman, Laura, and having a little fun with her.
Once Gabriel was done wolfing down his food he cleaned the dish, dried it with a towel, and placed it in it's respective place, he took the wrapper for the package and folded it up before throwing it in the trash. Gabriel was a little bored but he needed to get some rest no matter how wide awake he was, he walked over and collapsed on the couch. As Gabriel lay there trying to get some rest he started to remember past massacres and slaughters the more he thought about them the more they lulled him into a deep sleep, the feeling of warm, red, blood spilling down your arms and spraying onto you, the feeling of a knife in your hand cutting through soft flesh like a hot knife through butter, and the feeling of cracking bone like frail wood, it relaxed him and made him smile, he couldn't imagine why someone wouldn't want to feel this way. Gabriel took the knife out of his waist belt and placed it under his pillow for easy access. tomorrow he was going to go out and have some fun...
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Dec 27, 2007 6:49:37 GMT -5
Post by kashim on Dec 27, 2007 6:49:37 GMT -5
Gabriel had been laying low in the house for a few days, he was still paranoid that his "friend's" were out there hunting him, he'd often have visions of Christian, Charrlotte, and Amanda patrolling the sky for a sign of him, while Makiri, Alex, and Liac would hunt him on foot, he shivered a little at the thought of being hunted, the rush was small but it woke him up. In order to keep his skills sharp Gabriel had been training a little, he hadn't been a killer in awhile and his technique was starting to dull, he'd perform rigorous attack stances with an old punching bag, he'd go into the catacombs of the house and scale walls and perform mock escape missions, and most of all he practiced his stealth abilities. Gabriel was taking tonight off though, Christmas had passed him by without taking any heed to his presence, his Christmas was spent sitting alone in a dark house training in the art of death, but tonight Gabriel wanted to relax for awhile, he'd wait another couple days and then he'd go out and unleash himself, as he was forced to be cooped up he was starting to get the urge.
"I need to kill..."
Gabriel's thoughts suddenly went to Amanda, he was thinking of her beauty and how much he wished she was here.
"I don't think I could kill her, but some light torture would be interesting..." He thought with a grin. It was ironic that just a few days ago he was so happy because he loved her and she loved him back and today he was contemplating torturing her a little.
Gabriel got up and turned his stereo on, the whimsical melody of Beethoven wafted out of the speakers like a euphoric drug. Gabriel found himself dancing and smiling, this was his favorite music, it always reminded him of slaughters, he'd have fond memories come back to him through this music, the pounding drums, the vibration of the violins and the chellos, the more he listened the more he lost himself in it. Gabriel sat on his couch and hummed along to the tune.
"If I felt I'd say I feel sorry for Christian, he's missing out on this wonderful feeling, the feeling of being alive, the ultimate happiness, alas I don't." He laughed a little at his own statement.
"They all seek to revert me back to myself! Why should I change!? Maybe I'm better! I man who are they to tell me how I should be, since when are they the number one judges on sanity!? I haven't been this happy in years and they want to make me depressed again, they want to steal my happiness so I'll suffer just like them!!! Well it'll be a cold day in hell before I'll go back to that!" His mood was turning manic, his golden eyes started to show a gleam.
"I should just kill them! I mean I'd be doing them a favor! I have to listen to them whine and complain and moan about how miserable they are, I should just kill them! But I won't, no, I'm much more keen on watching them squirm then release them from their prison's of pain and torment!" He laughed again, any good that was in him was now gone.
Gabriel sat back for a moment and had an increasingly bored look on his face.
"Why do they have to persist? I can't do anything with them around. I'm starting to think I was better off before I met them. I could do what I wanted, how I wanted, and when I wanted to do it, but now...Stupid jerks...Why can't they just let me be!? I mean it's not like I mean that much to them anyway!!"
Gabriel pulled his knife out and stabbed it into the couch, he was twisting it pretending it was a person.
"Stupid imaginary stuffed person..."
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Dec 27, 2007 21:30:07 GMT -5
Post by kashim on Dec 27, 2007 21:30:07 GMT -5
Gabriel dragged the man's bloody corpse through the house and took him into the backyard, there was a small pit full of black ash, Gabriel thrust the man in after dousing him in gasoline and lit a lighter and chucked it onto the corpses body. Gabriel's eyes were shimmering and his lips were smiling as he watched the beauty of the flames dance and consume the man's body. Amanda landed in front of him with tears streaming down her face, she was holding her sword and there was a desperate almost angry tone to her voice.
"Why!? Why Gab...?"
Gabriel looked at her and smiled.
"I was wondering when you were going to find me, I was hoping it'd be you."
Amanda lunged at him with her sword and tried to slash him in the stomach, she missed and fell to the ground sobbing.
"Why!?" She yelled through painful tears.
"Your too slow, you'll never cut me down like that Amanda."
Gabriel Had been hoping she would find him and not the others, he knew she'd be too distraught to fight him properly. Amanda shook and turned in anger, the tears that were pouring from her eyes wouldn't stop. she slashed and stabbed and cut but Gabriel was able to dodge each blow with elegant ease. Amanda was gaining more control over herself but she still couldn't touch him, it wasn't her, he was faster, faster than his angel form, he was dancing and dodging without any difficulty. Gabriel pulled his knife from his waist and stabbed it through her right hand, pinning her to the concrete porch, he pinned her other hand with his free one.
"Come on now Sergeant, I know you can do better than that."
Amanda kicked him off her and rushed him again but she still couldn't touch him, he was just toying with her, if he were serious she'd already be dead. Gabriel knocked her to the ground and ran inside the house with Amanda close at his heels. Inside Gabriel was waiting for her, he had a short sword strapped to his back and two daggers in his hands, he was smiling.
"Now the fun really begins, let's see if your still as good as I remember."
They lunged at each other and were clashing blades for awhile. Gabriel launched at her and struck her in the shoulder with one of his daggers, she whimpered in pain as the blade dug itself deep. Gabriel tossed the daggers to the floor in favor of the short sword he had. They fought for a little longer until Gabriel slashed her other shoulder. Amanda fell to the ground clutching the wound, she'd been able to heal the other. Gabriel straddled her legs and put the blade of the sword up to her throat, he smiled and had the gleam of blood lust in his eyes.
"How disappointing, I was hoping you'd be stronger than this." He laughed as she writhed underneath him, trying to get free.
Amanda was starting to worry, she hadn't let anyone know where she was, she thought that if she told Christian he'd try and stop her, she wished now she'd told him for insurance. Gabriel slipped a needle into the neck and she passed out. When Amanda woke up she was strung up by her hands in a bedroom and her wings and legs were bound, she couldn't move and could barely speak.
"Wha...Why?"
"Why didn't I kill you? Or why am I doing this?"
She tried to clear her words to make it coherent but she wasn't able.
"Well I didn't kill you because your too beautiful, I couldn't bear to destroy another piece of art, as for why I'm doing this, it's quite simple< I enjoy it, for the first time in centuries I'm happy, I never want to go back to the way I was, I was depressed and hated myself all the time. Every moment I was conscious I hated myself and I wanted to die and when I wasn't conscious I was plagued by horrid nightmares which kicked and taunted me, but now I never have to worry about it. Now let's have some fun shall we?"
Gabriel walked over to her and put a tender hand on her cheek. She started to cry but it wasn't for fear of torture but because she'd lost her lover forever, the more he satiated his desires the worse he'd get. Gabriel wiped away one of the tears with a grin and laughed. He gave her a deep kiss and stepped back.
"Let's begin!"
Gabriel took his knife and made shallow incisions on her legs and stomach, she whimpered a little at the pain. Gabriel ran his finger over one of the fresh wounds and licked the blood from his finger. Gabriel watched as the wounds healed, he took his hand and wrapped it around her throat squeezing it slowly, he let go before she could pass out. He laughed maliciously as he tormented her, he took his knife and sank the blade deep into her stomach, she cried out in pain as the blade was twisted, after he pulled the blade free she started to heal.
"This is going to be very pleasing."
Gabriel ran his hand across her and laughed as she squirmed.
"Well I think that's enough for today. We'll have more fun tomorrow."
As Gabriel shut the door behind him the room was caste into pitch blackness, Amanda fell asleep crying.
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Dec 28, 2007 4:51:14 GMT -5
Post by kashim on Dec 28, 2007 4:51:14 GMT -5
Gabriel stormed through the front door and laid his knife down onto the table, he was agrivated and was ready to kill.
"Who the f**k is she to tell me what I feel huh!? I mean the audacity! I know what I am and what I "don't" feel, I like what I'm becoming and if they don't like it they can shove it!"
'Yeah, why should you let them tell you what to do? It's none of their business anyway, it's like a mother trying to watch her son go to the bathroom, some things are meant to be private.'
"Yeah, it's my business! If they don't like it they can just leave me alone! I mean how hard is that!? They don't want to leave me alone but they don't like me the way I am, when the f**k did I get married!?"
'Well I just think they're trying to send you back, back to the way you were, you remember, the cold lonely nights, the constant sorrow and pain, the emptiness...'
Gabriel shuttered a little, he remembered those feelings all to well.
"They want to make me weak! Enslave me to those horrid emotions! They were so worried about me when I was like that, they wanted nothing but happiness for me and now that I've found it they want to take me back, back to the pain and the suffering, to sit cold and alone in the dark, to lash me into submission and force me into that horrid pit of despair! I'll not let them! Never!"
'And why should you go with them? They seek to turn you to their sanity. But what is sanity, it's merely an illusion, a point of view, sanity is to specific to a single person and so they try to conform you to their will.'
"Never! I'll never go back to that! I was wracked with pain, the dreaded thought of frien'ds being lost and lovers dying, the horrible visions of watching close, trusted comrades falling in battle, being shown thy're contorted faces of agony, I used to hear their screams their pleas for me to save them but no more! I've not felt guilt or remorse for them for the first time, I now revel in their agony I see their pain and their pleas and feel nothing but pure joy, I remember it all as if through a haze, a glorious dream of death and suffering."
'Yes, you enjoy it don't you? Their pitiful cries for help, their feeble attempts to save themselves.'
"Yes! I love the sounds of their pain! But...why?"
'Huh?'
"Why do I like it? Why do I enjoy their torment? Why do I love to kill...why?"
'Does it matter? Your happy now, for the first time your happy, your pain is gone and your free, does it matter why?'
"...Yes, I want to know why?"
'...'
Gabriel moved toward his couch and sat down, he grabbed his trench coat from the door and pulled it over himself, for some reason he was cold. Gabriel wasn't tired but he felt so cold, so empty.
"I need to kill someone, it's the only thing that'll make this go away..."
'Then kill, you enjoy it, you find it pleasing, do it.'
"Yeah...I think I will."
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Dec 28, 2007 5:20:22 GMT -5
Post by kashim on Dec 28, 2007 5:20:22 GMT -5
Gabriel got to his feet and pulled his coat around him, he shoved his knife into it's sheath and picked up his messenger bag. Gabriel walked through the front door and jumped to the rooftops of the buildings, it was easier for him to get a good look at people, he ran from roof to roof and was like a black mirage atop the structures, he stopped when he spotted his prey. It was a young girl, around her teens, she was dressed in all the latest fashionable clothing and carried herself as if she were better than everyone else, Gabriel's snickered when he saw her.
"You pompass b**ch, I'm going to cut that pretty face of yours into pieces."
Gabriel jumped down from the building and in a flash was standing right behind her, he took out his syringe and stabbed it into her, he caught as she fell and vanished, he reappeared on the rooftop and took off back to his home.
'I though you didn't like to destroy art.' It said mockingly.
"And? I never said I wouldn't do it." He laughed.
Once he made it home he proceeded to strap the girl to a chair, he removed all her clothes and put her into bloody rags and a straight jacket. Gabriel placed her into a chair and woke her up gently.
"Wake up little one..." He whispered.
"Where am I?" She said feebly.
"Oh my, your voice is like the coo of a dove, so delicate and soft."
"Wh...What am I doing here?"
"Oh my dear child, don't you know? You must, you advertised yourself like billboard." Gabriel's voice turned from soft to angry. "You think your so much better than the rest of us? Your not! Now you'll where those bloody rags like the wh*re you are!"
"I'm not though." She said through tears.
"Of course you are child, you wore those skimpy and lavish clothes, you make me sick!"
"I'm not! I'm still a virgin!"
Gabriel laughed so hard he could hardly breathe.
"If that's the case then I'm afraid your going to die that way."
Her face went white and she froze. Gabriel stroked her hair a little and whispered into her ear.
"Your going to die this way, you should try to make the most of it."
Gabriel grabbed the girl by the throat and dragged her into the living room, she gasped for air under his grip. Gabriel tossed her onto the ground and kicked her in the ribs.
"My, little one I think your going to enjoy this."
Gabriel grabbed her and gave her a kiss on the cheek before throwing her across the room and into the wall, you could hear her bones snap as she impacted into it. Gabriel walked over to her, his boots thumping loudly on the hard wood floor as he approached, he pulled his knife free, he took he bottom jaw and forced it open, tears were streaming down the girl's face, and then Gabriel stabbed the knife into her mouth and through he spine.
"I feel better now, emptiness your outa here!" He exclaimed gleefully.
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Dec 28, 2007 6:35:34 GMT -5
Post by kashim on Dec 28, 2007 6:35:34 GMT -5
'Well? Did you enjoy it?'
"Yeah but I feel I should've caused her more suffering than I did I mean..."
'Why didn't you?'
"I was in such a hurry I mean I needed a kill fast..."
'Well then stop complaining I mean you had your kill, be content with it.'
"I guess..."
Gabriel pulled his knife out of her mouth and dragged the body into his backyard for burning, he chucked her into the pit and lit her ablaze, he hesitated a bit before turning inside, normally he'd watch as the flames licked away her fleash but he didn't feel like it tonight.
"I hope they don't find me again..."
'Your "friend's" woin't bother you for awhile...'
"And what makes you so sure?"
'A hunch."
"Great a hunch from a voice..."
'Take it or leave it...'
Gabriel walked inside and fixed himself a snack, he opened a new soda and drank the beverage quickly.
"I am so sick..."
'Yes you are.'
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Dec 28, 2007 6:54:25 GMT -5
Post by kashim on Dec 28, 2007 6:54:25 GMT -5
Gabriel took his bloody clothes off and sat down onto the couch naked, even as a human he was covered in scars.
'What are those from? They're not your angel scars.'
"Long story."
'Give me the gist of it.'
"My dad beat me, I killed him, every foster parent I had either beat me or abused me in soem way and I killed all of them."
'Interesting.'
"Yeah, that's the word for it, interesting."
'I was just wondering.'
Gabriel ran his hand over a few and flashes of his past blinked in front of his eyes, he smiled and laughed a little.
"At least I killed the f**k."
Gabriel took his knife and twistred the balde in his hand, he puleed a whet stone from his bag and started to sharpen his beloved knife.
'Why are your so particularly sentimental about that blade?'
"It's the epitomy of human construction, a beautiful matt black blade, a full tang, leather handle, and a blodd groove, the marines wouldn't use it unless it was the best."
Gabriel ran his hand along the length of the blade admiring it's craftsmanship.
'Your a little off you know that."
'Look who's talking, your a psychotic voice which urges me to kill, which by the way, I don't do because you tell me to."
'Oh really, then why do you do it?'
"I like it..."
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