Don't say I didn't warn you.
You had a chance to get out.
The deadness that entered Phil Hughes' arm is more widespread than it may appear.
From now on, it will only be blackness.
Noir.
Ebon.
Go away before it is too late.
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Monday, May 16, 2011
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