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The thing about killing Angels you have to remember is always go for the kill shot Most of them can easily take a grenade to the face Those arch ones usually stay put and watch Basically on tap with God Seldomly they will make an appearance Demons are tricky Disguise themself basically animal vegetable mineral One time my electric razor tried to bite a clump from my cheek, huh still makes me smile He turned towards the boy His crumple of a face grimacing The book boy learn it well He turned hunched over Bent and snatched the head from the prone child at his feet The sack boy open it Without the head We won’t be fed…. The boy pulling a single golden strand from his pocket the strand warping reality around it air forming the sack Please Just once Not a three point shot… Another 3 seconds he chide only infinity to go At this rate we will be working long after the end

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