step back a couple of ...
... he does the same ...
... get ready to jump on it, as usual, in order to win finally and once and for all this evil battle ...
... again.
In that, I hear the voice of my mother ... Toca
so insistent, the bathroom door, where I am right now, reminding me that I'm not the only inhabitant of this house ...
Flip, and look at my hand ...
My weapon is not nothing but my toothbrush ...
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