Deadline
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~"why are you doing this victor? Why?" she asked her voice filled with fear. "I have made a deal with satan selling him our souls without meaning too and now we must run because we are on a deadline" I reply "you what" she replies confused. "Don't worry i will protect you my love" i say making her fall asleep using my power of persuasion.~
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