Game Rules 2

It was a lateness in the spirit with which whom he fought within him, thought long and hard, passively seeking attention. He russled underneath his blankets, a subway machine gun running, “then you better go and catch it”. The disease got the best of me, the sharpest Wit, the grandest Dance, I was in a twirl with my livelihood and I whisked it away from me once again.

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