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I'm the kind of girl that crawls into a serial killer's bed he whispers "I'm going to **** you when this is over" I blush But am flushed and confounded when I wake up dead "But I thought what we had was special!"
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Nov 14, 2017
Nov 14, 2017 at 1:34 AM UTC
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I'm the kind of girl that crawls into a serial killer's bed he whispers "I'm going to **** you when this is over" I blush But am flushed and confounded when I wake up dead "But I thought what we had was special!"
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Nov 14, 2017
Nov 14, 2017 at 1:34 AM UTC
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