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"Do you know how many branches there are on a tree?" the doctor asked. I thought it was a trick question at first; then I realised he was being perfectly serious. I looked at him, he looked at me - all I could do was
wish it had never happened. Luckily for me I had a magic lamp, so I rubbed and wished. 'BANG' out popped a
a genie yelling, "I'm fresh out of
gunpowder!" Well, we all knew that the target wasn't worth powder and shot anyways. It would've been better to use the time to
add to his memoires
, the memoires which would never be finished ... Blood Gushed Everywhere, The Killer Was After Something ... Revenge ...
