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"stop! romy! wait! just truce, truce!" he yelled. "I'm sorry Leon, I just can't." I smirked. I stab him right between his eyes. He screams a bloodcurdling yell. I stab him in the chest and he becomes limp on the ground, creating a pool of blood around him "I'm sorry. I must win." **sort of similar to hunger games in a way** i'll probably delete this like all my other stories so yknow...
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