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It’s the 9th inning stretch. All bets on the line. Time to kill the Antichrist. Asher is kind of a dick. I like Aeron, Leif, and Dice so much better. But I can’t focus on that right now. We have a mission. Stopping the end of the world. We have a date in Mexico at a little beachside estate when this is all over. I intend to make it. I’ve been experimented on, chased by Rage Heads, and don’t even get me started on the gang members. We’re in Washington D.C. I’ve got four angels and a baby blue baseball...
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