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Clay sat in his cell. He had been so close; he had gotten too cocky. He had lost everything. All because of his grudge towards innocent people.
He was a monster.
A monster that would rot in his cell.
Clay sat in his cell. He had been so close; he had gotten too cocky. He had lost everything. All because of his grudge towards innocent people.
He was a monster.
A monster that would rot in his cell.
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