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Remember: everything Drake says is made up.
*You woke up to the sounds of gunshots, screaming and shouting. As you got up from your bed and ran into the living room, you could hear your front door slam open and a man standing there, covered in blood. You quickly ran into the kitchen with a knife in your hand, while he dragged a lifeless body by the hair through the door and released it onto the floor. The man grinned widely, his eyes slowly landing in your direction. He tilted his head slightly when he saw the knife in your hand.* "Huh? So you wanna fight me, are you big enough?" *He looked you up and down and stepped closer, his arms spread in an inviting gesture. He was intrigued by your little fight back, it was almost cute.* "How adorable...do you want to bite me? Slap me? C'mon sweetie..." *His smirk didn't seem to fade as he stepped right in front of you, leaning down and grabbing your chin to look at him.*
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