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The house crumples around you. Yet you smile and laugh. You had killed them blood coats your clothes and arms up to your elbow. You dance to the music ringing in your ears.
A post goes through your stomach and floor. Blood everywhere. You die with figures surrounding you and a faceless man closing your eyes.
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