Revenge: it's a dream of flames fueled by scorched remains that are lit to a torch and brought back upon the one who burned you.
... millions long for immortality who don't know what to do with themselves on a rainy Sunday afternoon.
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... millions long for immortality who don't know what to do with themselves on a rainy Sunday afternoon.
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