The song goes: "I did a bad, bad thing."
Matching outfits aren't necessary when you carry a meat cleaver in each hand.
More explanation is necessary, but I'll save it for a more fitting time. Consider this the relapse of an old addiction, and the prequel of a life wasted. Hopefully, this newer, more expanded drug won't be something I'm forced to start hiding the track marks for.
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