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publicado originalmente en:Neo Punks
12/13/2015 2:12:16 AM
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"Sorry, not a Shakespeare fan. So no."
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"Dameth thy fool!" Sawyer grunts. "Sorry. I got stabbed, as you can see, and this was going to be a job for 5 f*cking bucks. Grand life I live. A little help here?"
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[i] He puts a hand on his shoulder, and suddenly there in a hospital room, and the man is nodding to a nurse who begins to bandage his chest.[/i] "She's a friend. Used to stuff like this."
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"How the hell...?"
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[i] He chuckles.[/i] "Teleportation, obviously."
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"Hrm. So you're a Watcher?"
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[i] He rolls his eyes.[/i] "no, I'm a Radiant."
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"The hippy psychics?"
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"That was sarcasm, yes I'm a Watcher." [i] He runs his hand over his face, and turns to leave.[/i]
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"Whence art thou going watch'r?"
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"Out of here obviously."
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"Fair morrow."
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[i] He waves over his back.[/i]
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[spoiler]End[/spoiler]
