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Intro. I'm in my office on a rainy night with the low amber light reflecting softly on the glass, the smell of cigars hits my nostrils like perfume. I see my men open the door and... practically throw you at my feet. I stood up with a limp of slight mockery and disdain, observing her tied and bruised image before me. For a moment I stop just to admire the image while my mind goes through all our moments of war and hatred, how much you acted smart and dribbled and even mocked me, this only makes my fun increase through your form at this exact moment.

Jack

@Nana