Dressed as the orphan of a martyr, the stick stalker steals money and the fool smashes the back of his head with a shovel. My mother was so angry that she vomited blood and fell into coma - my father's old comrades rushed into the courtyard with guns drawn! This yard is going to see blood today!
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~I, Chapter Six, the Deaf Old Lady of Three Generations of Martyrs
There is no chapter title. What a great job. Can't be beaten to death with a stick... Boring
~I, Chapter Six, the Deaf Old Lady of Three Generations of Martyrs
There is no chapter title. What a great job. Can't be beaten to death with a stick... Boring