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He was once a man of anger so feirce he fought everyone even his own kin untill he met a man said his name was peirce that old man said something that made his boi9ling soul cease Find peace be free. One year later he got a call that filled him with fright that old man was sick and asked to see him one more time and as that old man layed there he said find peace be free. Now whenever he feels that anger come over him again he just listens to the wind he can still hear that old man saying find peace be free
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