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Stuck With Arthur

the second row. With my eyes on the stage, I?ll forget about the age old problems. Though we've had some luck, it hasn't been that tough, thriving or at least surviving growing up. With

. You?ve been targeted and now you?re caught in the cross fire. Between, fact and fiction. They stand on the funeral pyre. As their, world collapses they stand firm with

Would you die, for a little bit of fame? Would you change if they all knew your name? Well the thought is quite alluring, be careful what you wish for