Frienemies
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MatureComplete Mon, Dec 26, 201617m
I thought you were my friend... I thought we were boys... I thought... I thought... Yeah, it was just a thought, because all of that wasn't even true nor right. So, I killed both of you, killed both of you with no regret.
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