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I used to stunt like a Stunt man only to lose limbs and then l realized this was not Stunt city. So l ran off to Gotham city with exception of Bruce Wayne only to live by the illusion of Joker. I wonder why the stories of many men end up as of one man? This game we play for oxygen will have you scarred if you allow it to take your breath away so exhale for a moment to really inhale . So I picked a book shying away from Captain Hook for knowledge is might, l washed the crust off my eyes in order to fly a kite so far l have to reach the sky.

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