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The **** on my thigh Got infected. I'm not sure how to Fix it. I could try to call The doctor. But I want to get Some help. Maybe I could do it By myself. I can go to the Circular saw. And I could prop up My leg. And I could just turn It on. And the **** won't Be infected.
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Jan 30, 2015
Jan 30, 2015 at 9:34 PM UTC
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The **** on my thigh Got infected. I'm not sure how to Fix it. I could try to call The doctor. But I want to get Some help. Maybe I could do it By myself. I can go to the Circular saw. And I could prop up My leg. And I could just turn It on. And the **** won't Be infected.
#horror#gore#amputation
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Jan 30, 2015
Jan 30, 2015 at 9:34 PM UTC
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