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 5I awoke from my slumber. The breeze of wind gently blowing wind
 6across my face. Sitting in the darkness, I thought of only one
 7thing: Luke Bavarious. The name. Repeating throughout my head,
 8puking it's mantra into my mind. Who was this man? I did not know,
 9but I intended to find out. I lit a Pall Mall cigarette and
10proceeded to smoke it. Meanwhile, I dressed myself.
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14Into the dark and dimly lit night I wandered, smoking a Pall Mall
15cigarette with my iips. I inhaled, and let my hate seethe. I
16exhaled and let my hatred for love grow. Luke Bavarious. The name
17echoed in my face. This name. A name like no other. I reached into
18my pants and gripped my Baretta, and let a long sigh of relief.
19Sometimes I forgot to put my Baretta in my pants. Tonight, I
20remembered to do it. Strolling down the street in the dimly lit
21night of darkness, I began to wander down the sidewalk. Luke
22Bavarious. Why? Was this part of my grim imagination? Was he the
23reason teachers and parents were afraid of me? This I had to find
24out.
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28Finishing my Pall Mall cigarette, I crushed the butt of it against
29a newborn baby, and slowly walked down a dimly lit dark alley. I
30saw a shadowy figure of a man, or maybe it could've even been a
31leopard. He let out a gasp of shock and started to ran into the
32opposite direction. I quickly vomited and soon began chasing him.
33Chase him I did, and I ran as fast as a machine with cyborg legs.
34The chase was long and hard, and arduous. He ducked through
35alleyways and jumped rooftops, but I had the scent of blood and
36murder and puke in my nostrils, I was on his tail every step of the
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49I found myself at my lousy apartment. Empty cans of beer littered
50my floor. Numerous tissues surrounding my computer. The butts of
51endless Pall Mall cigarettes emptied into countless newborn babies.
52And he was standing in the corner. I cocked my head like a curious
53dog, and asked, ``Who are you? And why are we here?''
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57Suddenly, he turned around, Pall Mall cigarette in his mouth. Luke
58Bavarious. He chuckled and shot at me. And shot again. Then he shot
59me again. With a Baretta. Then he shot me with his Baretta.
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63And as my neck puked blood from my neck and vomit spewed from every
64faucet in my apartment, I heard the words, ``Did you hear Micheal
65Jackson died?''
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69With my final breath, I sobbed, ``{\ldots}Don't stop{\ldots}till{\ldots}you get
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