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"She struggled through her life and all she wanted was The Boy." he said. "Upon finally meeting The Boy she was given the choice of The Boy, or the Drums." he uttered without emotion. "Really?" replied the fellow. "She chose the drums." he turned and announced to the fellow. A drum roll began and the blade of an axe comes down with full force onto her neck, severing her head from her body in a thunderous crash of blood and steal. The crowd gasps for just a second and seems to freeze in that horrendous moment; then sighs with the relief of knowing that now it is done. A red flag is raised from the podium letting all know that the act had been completed. "Why, why would she chose to die?" the fellow questioned him. "Sometimes living happy is much scarier than living in sorrow." he replied.
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