When I walked away from being the one in charge, the one that took it up by the reigns, and who without it all nothing happened, the fat man in the Fedora, a little piece of me died. I wanted the Slam to die because it had died long ago; I just never took the time to recognize it. I just never took the time to walk up with the revolver while it
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Never mind there are many more folks who'd like to see you than even remember me.
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