I'm The Devil's Son, Straight Out Of Hell (Advanced, Pafp)

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    [ ❝La Villa Strangiato❞ ]
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    Sorry I was gone for so long, I had a few pages of Updated Replies and this got lost!




    I started to feel my legs get tired, I couldn’t go on forever. I also started to notice that the streets began to get more and more crowded by the minute. I extended out my arms and pushed any bystanders standing in my way, after a few minutes it felt like this was an endless game of chase. I looked over my shoulder, sure enough I could see the three men still chasing me, how they still are is something I will never know, but for now all I need to do was run. But my legs missed a step. I stumbled ahead but continued to run my off step legs, causing me to run into one of the people on the streets (Diana)







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    ❝If you treat people as if they are below you...❞


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    [fancypost bgcolor=#000000;borderwidth=20px; overflow: auto; width: 200px; height: 150px]ic; Diana's body flew back from the sudden impact, but she was far too grounded to fall down. "Watch where you're going, baby doll... the next person you run into might not be so kind as me..." she murmured, suddenly seeing he was being chased, and he had a purse in his hand. Diana raised an eyebrow, rolling her eyes. "Take the money from the purse, drop the purse, leave. By the time they realize you took it, it'll be too late. It's not a complicated subject, love.." with her parting words, she started away from him, in the direction he'd come flying at her from.
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    ❝They will learn to rise [color=black]above you.❞



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