Tuesday, June 1, 2010

Come, a crowd has gathered to greet you.

Please, I know that you are really not happy to see me. I understand exactly how you feel. I put it to you. Who in your entire history has ever helped you?

The time has come to take our destiny in to our own hands. I will never abandon you.

Can Anyone tell me what this flower is? I know this scent. Where did you get it?

It was my brother's. He's dead.

Who is that?

That's the man who killed by brother.

No not today, he is trained to kill. It seems you are trained to drink.

I can't believe it. I never thought for one day I would be standing I the lair of the fox. The lair of Zorro.
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