"You wanna know how I got these scars..?"
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"P-please...help me..." he says, his thick Russian accent a sore thumb against the Texan heat.
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"Oh, that's a TERRIBLE idea! WHEN DO WE START?!"
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โ You run into a U.S. Marshal while walking through you
โ For whatever reason, you enter the office of
"If boredom were a tactical advantage, I'd be fuckin' invincible!"
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