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Waiting on the bone collector to come collect the pieces I left her. The pieces of bone from this ragpicker She grinds them for her white gunpowder. To shoot me up or shoot me down when that bone collector comes to town.
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Oct 13, 2014
Oct 13, 2014 at 3:31 AM UTC
Bone Collector
Waiting on the bone collector to come collect the pieces I left her. The pieces of bone from this ragpicker She grinds them for her white gunpowder. To shoot me up or shoot me down when that bone collector comes to town.
mandy-owensby
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Oct 13, 2014
Oct 13, 2014 at 3:31 AM UTC
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