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Mother Mary, now be wary and watch as my power grows over sickly Sarah (who couldn't bear the cross of her fears and woes) Rattle rattle lost the battle Death - the sinking doggy paddle and a single shotgun blast.
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Oct 29, 2011
Oct 29, 2011 at 3:47 PM UTC
From Lillith
Mother Mary, now be wary and watch as my power grows over sickly Sarah (who couldn't bear the cross of her fears and woes) Rattle rattle lost the battle Death - the sinking doggy paddle and a single shotgun blast.
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Oct 29, 2011
Oct 29, 2011 at 3:47 PM UTC
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