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A brunet was sauntering down Umbra St., hands laced over his head,
and a pair of earbuds wedged in his ears.
A canine tooth protruded slightly over his bottom lip,
and a pair of brass knuckles dangled from his fingers,
creating a wicked aura about him.
"All of the people crying from all the loneliness in their hearts
All of the people lying that they will understand every part
All of the people truly think that love is a thing we take
No one sees that we—"
He paused, and tugged out an earbud as the faint scent of blood
was picked up by his sensitive nose. A frown spread on his face,
and deepened even further when a horribly familiar voice rang out.
"You give me some info on this 'AK' of yours,
and I'll trade you the antidote."
Peering down the next alley, his lip curled.
"Oh, it's you, kitty-cat."
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Drown: A Cellphone Novel
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