The Opportunist
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So, here's the situation. You just died. Now that wasn't my fault. It was entirely yours. Entirely. Emphasis on the entirely if you didn't notice. For the record, I have no sympathy, mainly because you, being the opportunistic person you are (or were), made a lot of horrible choices, just like your parents did by raising the sorry excuse for a child which grew up to be you. A dead woman.
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