The Awakening

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This morning I woke up to a cracking sound and the inability to breathe. I also had the suspicion that two skanky British hands were at my throat and pressing into it with two thumbs. I managed to pull the hands off me and shove the little brat to the floor.

Benatar had tried to crack my fucking windpipe while i was unconscious. I fucking hate him.

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