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Well my gun fires seven different shades of shit, so what's your favorite color, punk?
- Gerard WayWell my gun fires seven different shades of shit, so what's your favorite color, punk?
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So much of the language of love was like that: you devoured someone with your eyes, you drank in the sight of him, you swallowed him whole. Love was substance, broken down and beating through your bloodstream.
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