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                      Nothing Changes                      
                    -by Straight Edge-                     
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                        Beginnings                         
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Beginnings
" Oi Passos ! Wait you bloody cunt ! " I yell running toward the now airborn helio that held two so called friends . Now they were leaving me .
" Sorry Tristan . You should've known that you were the scape-goat . " Passo's yells before a duffle bag drops from the heliocopter .
The the bird is gone , leaving me with the Comando Sombra , Police , and the paramiltary .
" Great ! Fuckin' 'ell . Tá tú cunt fuilteach " I yell before walking over to the duffle bag . Upon opening it , I find 2 M1911's , a .44 mag revolver and a bolt action rifle .
" Guns but no .. " Upon futher inspection , I find 60 rounds for the .44 , 120 rounds for the rifle , and 90 rounds each for the 1911's . Looks like I'm not totally ... * Bang *
Nevermind .. The round fired rips though my back and though my heart , snuffing out my light
15 hours later -
As I awake , first thing I notice is that I have no hangover , sec.