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It phases through dimensions Each one like it, A target, A food source. This ride may be your last. Did you hug your wife? Kiss the children? Going up! Never has the button been pushed Harder, or more frantically, Than this moment. Bones crack together. The Shining took inspiration, Borrowed from true horror. The stained door closes. Next floor.
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Apr 10, 2019
Apr 10, 2019 at 6:05 PM UTC
Om Nom Nom
It phases through dimensions Each one like it, A target, A food source. This ride may be your last. Did you hug your wife? Kiss the children? Going up! Never has the button been pushed Harder, or more frantically, Than this moment. Bones crack together. The Shining took inspiration, Borrowed from true horror. The stained door closes. Next floor.
Elevators.
Foxgopher
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Apr 10, 2019
Apr 10, 2019 at 6:05 PM UTC
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