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All Choked Up


So. Is that what you think? You think this is a game? You think if you lose, that you’ll only be short a few sheets of monopoly money? You’re wrong. You aren't gambling fake cash! This is a life you risk! You may have been lucky before, but you never can guess when you’ll run out of this drug. Lady Luck might decide to stop dealing to you… then what’ll you do? Please! I’m begging you! Just stop playing at this game to end all games. You really shouldn't gamble when you've got nothing to bet. If you tie this bed sheet ‘round your neck, how will you undo the knot that is too tight? When you tie a knot into that rope, you tie a knot into the hearts of all who love you. Please! Do not temp death. You won’t be able to escape. You aren't Houdini… And even he found his end
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