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I donβt have time for this. Consider today your lucky day.
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ah, so predictableββ οΉ leaning against his cane, stepping closer ; barely even flinching at the two barrels inches away from him. οΉ go ahead, but then youβll never be able to solve the biggest riddle of them all.
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β β [ He swiftly drew two pistols, aiming both directly at the manβs head. ]
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Donβt know, but the man telling the riddle is about to be a dead one.
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riddle me this, π₯π¦π―π΅. what has two sides, no imagination and is the only thing dumber than the flip of a wrist?
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fairest judge? perhaps itβs time to admit that you just want an excuse so that you donβt have to accept responsibility for your own choices.
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