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         ❝How much wood would a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood? Why, a woodchuck would chuck all the wood if a woodchuck could chuck wood! Which makes for an interesting setting, does it not?❞                        Misha laughs, then, for it's simple. It's the same formula. How many people would a hit man for the Russian mafia kill if the Russian mafia hired a hit man to kill so many people? Why, a hit man would kill all the people if the Russian mafia hired him, because it pays well. It's the same even if he were a bird. As long as there's good profit, he's interested. As long as the bird gets fed, its interested. There's no reason for silly rhyming games to questions that are that simple to answer.

[apochrosmatic]

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                                   St. Paul’s Cathedral was probably Sydney’s favorite place in the city. It’s just so calming and so beautiful — and especially at night because there isn’t any tourists around and because this area was a bit far off from the center, it was rather quiet — much to his liking. The nocturnal was taking casual strolls around the Blackfriars area, stopping by the small lawn at the back of the huge cathedral. He liked sitting here, if not the bridge just because the surrounding felt so romantic and beautiful. He could even see the crescent shape of the moon high up without any grey clouds clouding the view from down there. If only he carried his bottle of Jack Daniels with him, and the night would be perfect. 3 more hours till sunrise. 

       ”Primadonna girl, yeah.                         All I ever wanted was the world”