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Last evening when we were at dinner, wine was offered to me. It was very well-mixed, sweet and delicious - but when I gave it to Thoré and he tasted it, he commented on its extreme sweetness, and it struck me that there was too much sweetness in the wine. So I would drink no more, nor allow my friends to do so; and although shortly afterwards we were very sick, we were saved through the grace of God and the good remedies which were at hand. … There is no end to the list, Madame; and then add to

I was walking down the road when I noticed four men with their tattoo, which read 'THAL'. I was kidnapped twice. Once when I went out for air, second, in my own bedroom.

Music and morals will NEVER be the same. The life and death of Ash Hammond, world's first armless music conductor/composer (as told by images, the London Metro Police & Ash's mentor, Andrew McDiamird in a hypothetical moral relativistic world) will redefine everything you knew about Justice, Conducting and Murder.

One day, Young Saeng wakes up in hospital. He doesn't understand why he is so achy and bruised, yet what frightens him the most is the fact, that he doesn't know who he is. All of his memories are gone and no one is even looking for him. After being treated he's discharged and thanks to the kindness of the first person he get closely to know, the nurse named Kim Aeri, he's in ability to start a new life. However the past distresses him. What he has done in the previous life, that there's no

“Hmm. Then I guess you gotta go.” The man’s muscles, which were meek and slim, slowly expanded to the size of a large flatscreen television. “They call me Tank. You’ll see why,” Tank winded up a punch. Grian looked at his sides and noticed Flame’s men surrounding him, appearing, seemingly, out of nowhere. They blocked every exit except the one behind Grian. The grim reaper stood behind him. “See ya!” Tank shouted. He threw the punch and hit Grian, dead center. Grian propped his dagger in front