Aaaaaaaaaawks.
'my prison is a tool, a training ground, a stopover. I look at the bars behind me, the space around me, the confinement. I think of where you are and how tragic for you it is that here I am, there you are. But oh so quickly, there I am.
Right with you.
And a parting word of advice? You will never bury me.
I. Will. Bury. You.
Entrance. Exit."
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