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... ng me to war, he left with a smirk on his face. A smirk. Seriously?
Sometimes I really wonder: Is this man really my papa?
I mean—first, he took me to an execution ground when I was just three months old! Three! Then he casually kills people in front of me like he’s just flicking lint off his clothes. Now he’s out here cracking jokes like, "What if I took you to war?" Sir, please, with your straight face, how is anyone supposed to tell whether you’re joking or ac ...
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