

West Castle Town Story: Part IIt was a mid-afternoon in Castle Town, and all was strangely quiet in the streets. Children played on the playground as usual, but it seemed as if someone had turned down the volume of the whole city. Then, the crisp snap of fingers ricocheted through the cool fall air. A whistle rang out, and young men began to pop up from around buildings like groundhogs. They began to assemble in the street, tap dancing and snapping their fingers as they made their way to the basketball courts. These were the Jets, the gang of young Hylians who ruled the streets. No one but the Sharks had the guts to mess with them... but we'll get to that later. &nbWest Castle Town Story: Part I
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The line between genius and insanity is defined by whether or not you can fool people into thinking you're sane.
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"There are two types of people in this room: the haves, and the have-mores. Some call you 'the elite.' I call you my base."
George W. Bush
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i put the "sex" in "convicted sex offender."
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"There are two types of people in this room: the haves, and the have-mores. Some call you 'the elite.' I call you my base."
George W. Bush
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i put the "sex" in "convicted sex offender."
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"There are two types of people in this room: the haves, and the have-mores. Some call you 'the elite.' I call you my base."
George W. Bush
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I've been breathing since the day I was born and today I work in a grocery store cha-ching
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