It was the kind of occasion where if you blinked, you surely would miss the sleight of hand he employed to achieve the illusion.
All week my crew and I waited for the snuff party. An obscure fete where someone gets killed strictly for the entertainment and viewing pleasure of others. Before you judge us know this, people die every day for no reason at all. The arrangements made in these underground “snuffs” were such that all were willing participants, all played a role, all were compensated in one way or another....
Thx for the plug AB!
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