It's a new day and my urge to kill the people who put my sister-outlaw through this is slowly diminishing, but only slightly. But we will figure this thing out. Oh, how i long for the wild west. I would have been so at home back then.
"Really? You're f^%king with my family? Then f^&k you, you %4&*()%%%#@@! son of a *&^%$#@!!! We duel mañana, with swords. May the person who's not an a$$hole win!"
I fenced for three years, so i know my way around a sword.
Like Edith and Archie sang, those were the days.
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