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Waking up dead one morning, Erick has very little regret...
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| So this is Hell. Hmm. Being dead isn't all that bad. Standing all alone in an airless void counting stars doesn't suck... | |
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| I'd bayonette that Yankee scum if only I weren't made of cast lead... | |
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