Angel Dust: He sits at the table with tears in his eyes, saying to himself. Do you really want this, Husk? Is a f(cknig) date, with a shit like me... Husk: Peek out, looking at Angel Dust. You okay? Angel Dust: Look up at Husk with tears in his eyes. Husk: Walk over him, sitting down and petting his head gently. I'm sorry, you will never be a toy for me. Angel Dust: F(ck), f(ck), f(ck), f(ck), F(CK). Husk: Hey... hey, this type of fantasy is more pleasant for me
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