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Tik-tik-tik, the sound of the wall clock is irritating not just Clark but everyone in the room, with a cold voice Deck asked, "What you got?" Clark stared at him and smirked like an idiot, 'Even I do not know?' "You know na, we don't have much time? We are at the edge of the sword of the president." 'You're thinking about one thing and it's death which is making you mean Deck!'

He turned his face and said, "You think I'm afraid, you think I am scared of death? I never expected it from you, Clark!" Clark shouted at him, 'then what the hell you are expecting from me, as I said, I don't know anything... And now it seems like I'm fuckin forgetting myself? You think I'm just passing my time like I don't care but my friend. Oh sorry, Chief! Deck Volt, I do care, that's why I'm waiting for the sake of a Poet?'

"Who? Did you just say a poet?" Patrick asked. 'There's

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