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As she walked in, the air grew cold. There's not much left of this place anymore since the robots attacked. Step by step, she approached the old cabinet that used to contain
my rifle, but had to sell it to pay off my loanshark before he broke my
fourth metatarsal. It's hard to break individual bones in the foot, but he's just that good. I want to be able to walk, you know? I don't want to be some
douche
bag. I don't think this is really relevant to what I'm saying, but I plain don't like small people. With their oblong heads and tiny bodies, they're ruining America for the rest of us. They should just
make cookies and hold hands until the end of their days.
