"Hey mate."
Nah! He wasn't sure whether or not that was genuine. Was he really going to call him a mate? Nah! He wasn't. Was he going to call him a foe? Of course he wanted to. Who calls such a person a mate. His inky instinct could discern the lie his consciousness had been supplanting. He actually didn't want to savor the taunted aroma. He couldn't had helped himself. His lips had been faster than his brain. There was no one to be held responsible for it. He couldn't even hold himself. He couldn't sanction the grits. He couldn't accuse the vying visage. He was merely a slave to all the listed.
He didn't want to call Gregio in the first place but what choice had he? He knew whether early or late, he was going to have to talk to him. He knew something whether or not direct would bring them together, but he wasn't so pa
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"There was something I did!" He was vexed. Why wouldn't he be? Who asked her? She was nauseating to him. He didn't want up to refleshen the thoughts few days ago had lent him. He wasn't in the mood to trail that tarred track. He was in no mood of such stance. He was quite in a remote setting. A sewn setting of his imagination. He didn't want to nurse the odds of what the annoying Nymph had said. Why would she even talk to him? Didn't she has an idea of the hibernated hatred his hoisted heart had hurled at her? He didn't know whether of not the Nymph was sane. Like her sanity was in the prime of distinction. Probably she was a clone of actions and thoughts. Or she was a mirage of realism. He had no idea what to think. She seemed not to understand the hatred he was nursing for her. The hatred wielded in the thorax of his ire. His urge to want to kill he
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Glad He Hate All ~Gladiator~ XXIV
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Glad He Hate All ~Gladiator~ XXV
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