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"Are you allright!?"
The crumpled mess of Toby held up a single finger: 'gimme a moment'. He rolled his tired bones over, and with a flick of the wrist, neatly blew his own brains out. A moment later he had an unbloodied vest and a functioning larynx. He stretched his jaw and rubbed his eyes, still feeling afterechoes. "I've been better," he finally answered.
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Now the last dream begins. Endgame.
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