A World without String is Chaos

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A woman was standing in front of the sketchiest bar in town. It was late at night, and it was empty.

She was holding the knife.

"Well, that escalated quickly."

"It was for the best. Actions speak louder than words, and Mark wasn't hurt. Well, he did do a lot of drugs though."

"The brat will have to deal with that on his own. Poor Emily."

She paused. "I can't believe how irresponsible Fred is. He didn't even cut Mark's ties with that trash."

The knife. "Fred's been using the power less and less. Not that he used it much to begin with."

"Well, I'm feeling whimsical today. I better intervene."

A tinder lit up in the kitchen in the sketchiest bar in town. The chef forgot to turn off the stove before running away after Nick shot the gun. Soon, the sketchiest bar in town was burning down in flames.

The smoke drifted to the nearby sea, and cast an eerie shadow on the waters. Smoke on the water.

The woman was gone, off to somewhere in the universe.

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Nick had stashed his kilos in the sketchiest bar in town. It was all gone now, and he had to answer to his supplier. He was in deep shit. He packed some money in a duffel bag, and bounced. Far away from island paradise.

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