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As Friends Rust The Fists Of Time

say for me to know it, you don't have to draw. As the evening rolled, we finally wiped the smiles from our faces. It wasn't as hard as we'd thought all

We could argue 'till we're blue in my face, adding assault to injury. Be gentle. It's my last time to shine, else I fall victim to the fists of time.

You are the only good suggestion. Truth in an age of question. And in my compassless digression, you give me sense of direction. I got it bad for you

sorry. I'll go. Without warning came this feeling lacking reason, just the kind I hate. Found no good strategy for change. I can tell you now that I am broken brain. Got a fist