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| The city was cold with the icy grip of winter. Not a soul could be seen outside, which was good, because I had already sold mine. | |
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| AHH!! The pain! Why God, why? | |
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| They'd left me to take the fall, but they didn't count on my making such a mess on impact. It was time to stab at the heart of this monster they call the mob. | |
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| Make the suffering stop!!! | |
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| How the hell is Max Payne killing so many of our henchmen? He's not even carrying a gun! | |
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| Yeah, but he wields a mean metaphor... | |
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