Motherland & Spirit
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"We're closed -" you turned around to face the one that walked in last second, but you soon cut yourself off. Being met with two stange masks, you didn't even notice the shotgun at first. What most confused you, is that they looked like they were in. And I quote 'S and M play'.
One of the guys pointed the shotgun right at your face, his mask having a shark tooth smile, the other having a frown. "Stick em up toots, this is a robbery." The guy said boldly
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