NotLucasLeiva21 Not Lucas Leiva
Id love to say it was a big occasion. A fanfare, the shriek of a wounded Shaman, a puff of smoke and some kind of Porcine sacrifice. But no.
NotLucasLeiva21 Not Lucas Leiva
Sotirios Kyrgiakos strode in, one last time, with his head held high. He looked each of us in the eye, smiled, nodded and vanished.
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