"Take it from my hands when dead."
Something like that was said.
A whisper and out came my gun.
What was done?
Well it's now done.
On a different patterns note,
I've got the keys to his boat.
Let's travel the seas, sea side.
Him?
Well, he died,
and I got a boat.
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Author:
Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 18th, 2026 13:53
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Surely something could of worked out
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