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| The swealtering summer sunlight streams across your back as sweat trickles ever so gently down you're glistening red cheeks. | |
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| A man walks up behind you. You turn around. The man reaches out towards you as you back away. | |
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| You scream and struggle as he grabs your head and starts trying to snap it. | |
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| Boy, I'd hate to see what you're like when you're happy. | |
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