Today I was walking through town when I saw him. He was
darker the last time I saw him. I had an important meeting, so I went on and
didn't really take any notice. He knew me. A couple of years ago I got his dad
into jail for a robbery. He came from a different sort of world. A world of war
and fighting, where no one would even dream to go. But most importantly he was
back and not for a good cause. If you're wondering he's a big hand statue that
comes from a different world.
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