The world has once more plunged into despair. Garden of flowers decaying; elegy of justice dimming in the mid of woe for help. Little Boss, Little Boss ... how cruel is fate to you. So I, Journalist Pearce, decided to end it all with you.
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Journalist Pearceβs mun speaking!
Again, I would like to say sorry for the things I do or didnβt do, say or didnβt say, and for my lack of accuracy in portraying Lukeβs character (should there be any).
Penulis izin tidak WWW karena alasan pribadi, ya. :]