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⠀The strawhat chef sat with a lit cigarette along his lips, seemingly lost in thought. The battle won, he could only hope his comrades could say the same.
That much would be answered in time when he regrouped with his crew. But he wasn't worried about it.
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through the crowd, though she chose to focus in his apparent bleeding & wounds.
“ @chivalryburns, i am mercy. ” she presented herself, kneeling to one knee as she gently checked him up. “ allow me to help you. ”
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⠀He wouldn't allow it. Immediately he sprung into action, as if uninjured, not daring to allow such divine beauty to stoop to a man's level. He took a knee and caught her by the arms before her knees ever touched the dirty ground.
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⠀ 〝 ... this battle isn't over yet. Don't celebrate the only win that you'll ever see...
There's still a lot of time for people to fall in line and realize that voting for a no-good, no talent, second rate 𝘚𝘸𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘺 𝘉𝘳𝘰𝘸 will get them nowhere! 〞
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⠀‟ Bribe .ᐣ Ahh, I see. You can't fathom the truth. Well, here's a tip, 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘴. If you want to stand a chance against me in the popularity polls, start with a 𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘩. ″
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⠀ 〝 . . . to be so proud as to bribe your way towards more votes and try and beat me. You really are the lowest of the low... Aren't you, 𝘚𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘊𝘰𝘰𝘬? 〞 ❪ 💢 ❫
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