Their laughter was like the stridulation of the ghosts of grasshoppers.
Suddenly William loomed over him, scowling, snarling and bloody, his suit dirt-stained and ripped. __o you know. How many strands. Of hair I lost. On my way down?__hatever. __ath was never my thing, but I__ gonna say you lost_a lot.__lectric-blues glittered with menace. __ou are a cruel, sadistic bastard. My hair needs TLC and you_you_ Damn you! I__e gutted men for less.___ know. I__e watched you._ Paris lumbered to his feet and scanned the rocky bank they stood upon, the crimson ocean lapping and bubbling in every direction. The drawbridge was only a fifty-yard dash away. __on__ kill the messenger, but I__ thinking you should change your dating profile to balding.__asculine cheeks went scarlet as the big bad warrior struggled for a comeback._ __ne of these days you__e going to wake up,_ William finally said, __nd I will have shaved you. Everywhere.___on__ make a difference. Women will still want me. But you know what else? What I did to you wasn__ cruel, Willy._ He offered the warrior a white-flag grin. A trick. A lie. __his, however, is.__e grabbed William by the wrist, swung the man around and around before at last releasing him and hurling his body directly onto the bridge.
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Suddenly William loomed over him, scowling, snarling and bloody, his suit dirt-stained and ripped. __o you know. How many strands. Of hair I lost. On my way down?__hatever. __ath was never my thing, but I__ gonna say you lost_a lot.__lectric-blues glittered with menace. __ou are a cruel, sadistic bastard. My hair needs TLC and you_you_ Damn you! I__e gutted men for less.___ know. I__e watched you._ Paris lumbered to his feet and scanned the rocky bank they stood upon, the crimson ocean lapping and bubbling in every direction. The drawbridge was only a fifty-yard dash away. __on__ kill the messenger, but I__ thinking you should change your dating profile to balding.__asculine cheeks went scarlet as the big bad warrior struggled for a comeback._ __ne of these days you__e going to wake up,_ William finally said, __nd I will have shaved you. Everywhere.___on__ make a difference. Women will still want me. But you know what else? What I did to you wasn__ cruel, Willy._ He offered the warrior a white-flag grin. A trick. A lie. __his, however, is.__e grabbed William by the wrist, swung the man around and around before at last releasing him and hurling his body directly onto the bridge.
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