Yeah you heard me. So here's a short story.
Bob was walking down the road in a peaceful manner, stroking the odd, flea covered stray cat as he strolled along. He noticed a few neighbours staring at him oddly, as if to say he killed their families with blunt knives. Bob just smiled back, a tad nervously. As he got to the corner of his road, a shady figure approached him mysteriously. Upon closer inspection, Bob noticed it was a very familiar man indeed, a man he met in the pub the other evening. The same man he hit with a bottle. The man grunted and lifted his hair off his forehead, revealing a still bloody scar. Long story short, they mutilate Bob.
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