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Her skin cut like butter. I had to show her that she wasn't allowed to hurt me like that. I had to teach her a lesson. Her skin cut like butter.
Her tears were salty. I could taste them on her lips. She cried when I punished her. Her tears were salty. Her blood was crimson. It flowed smoothly across her alabaster skin. It flowed thick and warm. Her blood was crimson. Her death was slow. I watched her eyes glaze. I felt her body go stiff. Her death was slow. |
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Am I SUPPOSE to get the warm fuzzys?
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it made me feel better. i don't care what you get out of it.
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Man, I feel badly for the wingless flys wandering your house aimlessly.
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legless daddy long legs, but you're close.
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Those are much to easy to catch. Aim higher!
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okay.. how about i aim for you then?
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