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You bite into the Gullseye's arm so hard that blood starts creeping from between your teeth. The Gullseye screams and lets you go. You whirl around to face him...
...Just in time to see the knife slide in between your ribs, puncturing your lung. You fall to the ground and gasp for air until you choke on your own blood. A garbage end to a garbage life.
You Are One
With the Garbage
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