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Little History Of Suffering 
The people danced around him, amused. The fog lights and loud music sight and hearing. The words were coming out of mouths off and were lost in the air like fragments of a cigarette. The faces of intermittent fighting hard on his face and every smile, in those few seconds, it revealed a cruel grin. He sat, without choice, showed them his best. Someone took a glass at times, other fake compassion, more needs to feel clean inside and outside. Do not blame them. Not judging them for what they were: cattle. So was he a beast without the privilege of hunting, struggling every day against death sentences to life. He was his Executioner. He had a precise, clean, clear as sipping whiskey, and continued to swallow constantly. Meanwhile, the skin feel touched by women seeking a puppy to be protected and cared for. Hookers, which were sold at the lowest possible suffering. He still could not complain. Conscious of being still in the tournament, touched anyone would asses of those whores. He did it with malice, with the wickedness of those who hate because they can not love. Of those who die every day because they can not live. So, who would have stopped the hand of a cripple? 
The people danced around him, amused. The fog lights and loud music sight and hearing. The words were coming out of mouths off and were lost in the air like fragments of a cigarette. The faces of intermittent fighting hard on his face and every smile, in those few seconds, it revealed a cruel grin. He sat, without choice, showed them his best. Someone took a glass at times, other fake compassion, more needs to feel clean inside and outside. Do not blame them. Not judging them for what they were: cattle. So was he a beast without the privilege of hunting, struggling every day against death sentences to life. He was his Executioner. He had a precise, clean, clear as sipping whiskey, and continued to swallow constantly. Meanwhile, the skin feel touched by women seeking a puppy to be protected and cared for. Hookers, which were sold at the lowest possible suffering. He still could not complain. Conscious of being still in the tournament, touched anyone would asses of those whores. He did it with malice, with the wickedness of those who hate because they can not love. Of those who die every day because they can not live. So, who would have stopped the hand of a cripple? 
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