We fly past the shooting arena slipping on wet debris scattered indigo gunpowder a fistful of following fire I’m shot at high range protected by this fenced in force glass shattered not harmful but free from danger contact your foes bring them all home! To our glass dreamhouse bulletproof window staring blanks drawn and fire takes a second the kick of uploading quickly but missing by a fraction. Bang you’re dead.
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