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'Cancer Man'

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'Cancer Man' reposted

#ItNeverEnds (Inspirational song: youtube.com/watch?v=RYPWxy… ) “What’s the worse that can happen?” That is what (cont) tl.gd/n_1so9ikc


'Cancer Man' reposted

“Strange how paranoia can link up with reality now and then.” ~ Philip K. Dick When I first started out in (cont) tl.gd/n_1so8qc3


"Like that would ever keep me away."

I... you know. Lung caner and all that.



"You doubted me? I'm almost insulted."

The Cancer Man is still alive?! It's all them preservatives.



|@ShadowConcierge| (c) achieved what he'd wanted. For now.


|@ShadowConcierge| (c) Head ducked down he disappears into the snow that's beginning to fall. A satisfied smile on his lips. He'd (c)


|@ShadowConcierge| (c) wool overcoat around him, his collar popping up to protect his ears and neck from the bitter winds blowing about. (c)


|@ShadowConcierge| (c) don't cry about what you've learned afterwards, you asked for this." Slamming the door, Spender pulls his heavy (c)


|@ShadowConcierge| (c) Raymond. Perhaps we can come to an agreement so we can save more lives from your bumbling vendetta, yes? Just (c)


|@ShadowConcierge| (c) ignorant you are of how deeply embedded you are in all of this. When you find out the truth, come to talk to me, (c)


|@ShadowConcierge| (c) vehicle. Hand still on the door, one last statement on his tar stained lips, "I almost feel envious of how (c)


|@ShadowConcierge| (c) lives with this personal vendetta you have with us." Tossing the waning cigarette aside he stands from the (c)


|@ShadowConcierge| (c) cigarette hanging from his lips. "You're going to get a lot of people killed, Raymond. Going to ruin so many more (c)


|@ShadowConcierge| Pushing the door open, Spender lets one foot fall out of the car. Turning towards Reddington, he pauses, (c)


|@ShadowConcierge| (c) evidence that it'll actually matter?"


|@ShadowConcierge| (c) to that addict, Raymond. What do you expect to find? To learn? Do you think that if you expose any kind of (c)


|@ShadowConcierge| (c) satisfied sigh leaves his lips before he speaks again, "I don't know what you're expecting to find by taking her (c)


|@ShadowConcierge| (c) paper, the click of a lighter, and finally the singe of paper and tobacco fill the pause between his words. A (c)


|@ShadowConcierge| (c) and his people to leave you alone." The slap of a pack, the slip of a new Morley from the little hard shell of (c)


|@ShadowConcierge| (c) done to Samantha. "I hope you realize the only reason you're still alive is because I'm the one telling Peter (c)


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