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[gavril l.]

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I was an angel
Living in the garden of evil 

[B][I]Me and God we don’t get along, so now I sing

[i]"Well, I guess the fun kind of training will come later." [b]"Yeah, for me maybe" he commented as he arrived, a lit joint between his lips and smoke escaping from his mouth as he spoke. His hands hid in his pockets as he joined those showing up for battle training, his choice weapon of a tomahawk on him as well. What would the point be of showing up without his weapon, hm? "So, training, huh? Looks more like standing around" he teased with a grin, taking his joint from his lips and holding it between his fingers. 

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