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This reminds me of those golfer bandits. They would run into a convenience store and knock everything off the shelves with golf clubs and chase everyone out. Then they'd empty the registers. And they always wore izods and those hats with the pompom on top...
... and those long shorts...... Damn, what're they called again?
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There's a Shadow just behind me. Shrouding every step I take. Making every promise empty, pointing every finger at me. _tool
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