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originally posted in:The New Dojo
6/1/2017 9:09:58 PM
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[i]The second whack did it. Dim was in a daze and unable to physically protest to the bondage of his wounds. He could only speak in weak mutters.[/i]
"My son... he... he must play my song... I will give my life for... for the song..."
English
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"Calm down. What or Who are you?" He said, getting the man to his feet
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[i]Dim began to weep once more.[/i] "Nonononononoooo... it's too late.... I don't matter! Oh none of this matters without my work!"
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He gave the man a shake "Answer me! Who are you?"
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"My name is Dim Attenborough I hail from London England I have come here tonight to show you one of my musical pieces I have been working on I do hope you enjoy it my name is Dim Attenborough I hail from London England I have come here tonight to show you one of my musical pieces I have been working on I do hope you enjoy it my name is Dim Attenborough I hail from London England I have come here tonight to show you one of my musical pieces I have been working on I do hope you enjoy it." [i]He repeated these lines over and over again, never faltering. It's like he was in a trance of sorts.[/i]
