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Joe walks in, looking rather forlorn and beat up. Oh yeah, he's shirtless, too.
"If you had a choice between your own happiness and someone else's... whose would you choose?" Joe seemed to want to ask more, but he leaves off for now, finding that question satisfiable. Crossing his arms, he glanced to the side, not caring that fresh scars were showing.
It seemed that the term 'beaten up' was an understatement.
"If you had a choice between your own happiness and someone else's... whose would you choose?" Joe seemed to want to ask more, but he leaves off for now, finding that question satisfiable. Crossing his arms, he glanced to the side, not caring that fresh scars were showing.
It seemed that the term 'beaten up' was an understatement.