i siddled up to the bar, 4 dollars poorer for a cheap beer, encountering a woman who i'd known from my pokemon battling days. she smiled, wicked smile, how about one last battle, she said... i chose Stalin...glare attack now, Stalin! she chose Idi Amin...anger attack now Idi! it was a long strange night.Birth sign: Cancer
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