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26th of December, 2020

[s]Today was a normal day. I had ended the season. [/s] 
[s]Nah, today was a bad...[/s]
I had no words to say about today. Today marked the end of our fishermen season, but it ain't feel the same. No more of the joy of catching big fish. No more the chilling sense as the wind of the sea tried to blew me and my cap off my boat. No more of those salty taste of the ocean, only smoke. The fishes had long gone, fear of the oil spread that did not contain. Battleships with their huge noise now become a common sight. Maybe only a few more years and I will have to sell off my boat.

On the other hand, the hunting season had come back. Along with that, the Hackers Chatroom had also reopened. I also joined, hoping to see if there are new contracts. For now, it seems that there aren't any contracts yet. But I hope there will be soon. 

And finally, the Brother had returned. But it is very strange. He only called me to wipe out all the other. Strange, request. But I shall happily do. Just bribe the cops, but the head of drugs is the hard case to crack. Maybe I will pull some strings from the German and the Italian. But it is just maybe. 
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Joshua continues to type on his computer, only to stop when the clock strikes twelve. Placing one of his hand on the long and bushy brown beard while tip lightly on the cigar before continue to smoke, Joshua scanned the room. On the glass table that Joshua is resting his feet, lay an ashtray and a cup of coffee. The tree in the corner is too green, probably because of it being made of plastic. The carpet had been clean nicely. The heater is on. And no one sends him a birthday congratulation last time Joshua check. And he feels nice about it, especially that is when people don't remind him that he had walked on this Earth for 30 years long. But that hyping sense of not being old and nobody cares about me could only last for a minute before a message popping up on his Samsung Galaxy S8 (rumors that this could blow up a tank or kill a person when aim at his or her head). And the topic was simple. 

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[b][center][quote][b]From:[/b] [color=DC143C]The Chinese Guy that always come to receive some punches and swear[/color]
[code]Happy Birthday, Darling. Can't wait to see ya. XOXO [/code]
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Only the silence and the man being frozen to death in a perfectly heated room. Outside, the winds continued to howl, whether to laugh at the sight or to moan at the victims to come.