THAT SWEET BOY IS MINE

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eling, perhaps a genius should not even consider that, but Duscha, much to her hostility and reluctance, knew that her soul, no matter how dirty her hands were justifiab

s large and cloudy, without form, though with a face from which serpents issued." In the middle of his walk to the great hall of the Yasha's great house, he recalls the book he was reading yesterday, Manitú by Graham Masterton, he clearly appreciates Lovecraft's universe and that work, it spoke of a r

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without looking away from the other man. She places her

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turing companies in his country. Besides all the dead he has buried, he is respected among the Yakuza community and

e 45 year old man smiling and shaking her head. Her disciples offended, she tries to approach, but Mr. Dai tells them to stop, as

d. -He closes the large do

ired and stop looking at me like that. -The man laughs and sits down across from her.

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s O-choko. -The police took it as a suicide, but we found out that 6 policemen were bribed to fabricate evidence. Remember we can be as dangerous as you want, but justice comes in various forms no matter how much we wish to avoid it, so why not buy the nearest threat? -he greedily takes the sip of sake and holds his gaze wi

made peace agreements, but envy won't let them sleep. And now they

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" ... What do you suggest, old man? -letting her rage blind her, she takes the sake. Mr

of respect for your father, out of respect for your grandmother. -Losing his little patience, he takes one more drink of serve. -You spend your time in bars, parties and having sex anywhere, without measuring consequences. Anyone can kill you, taking your pleasures as an object of profit... I know you are not stupid, of that I have no doubt, but since you knew how to control the