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Play hard or go home. When I saw this I was with a lady friend, I told her that is how I fight. She laughed, innocently, until she... realized something deep and dark. Odd how women can touch into a man and... learn the truth. Which means, if you aren't living a true life, they will know, and hate you somewhere deep inside. I suppose that is why most would take me back. No... well... yes. They are rather forgiving for some things, if in that all women are different. But if your sins are dark, you darken her even if just through your transmissions. They know what you do when you think you are away from their knowledge. They can even taste of your history. They know.
But this is about how to fight. There are no rules. There is no hope, doubt, dread, fear, pain, once it begins. Do or do not. One wins, the other will very likely die if there is no... clear way out otherwise. Don't play with fire. I'm 4/5ths dead, old, weak, and slow. Most of you still can't win this thing. You NEED a firearm or a group of real warriors, some of whom will die. I would recommend at least a .45 though a rifle and range (not a single shot) would be best. Then you ought to cut my head off, I have a way of not deading and being a little sore about things. Or leave well enough alone. One last warning. Like women, I know. I just don't need to know you or even be near you to know.
I have never used a garrote, though from discussions with people
who have, it... isn't that easy. Better to snap their neck if you are
in that position. No comments about that, if not in that position.
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