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He noticed a scorpion on her cheek crawling up into her hair She didn't seem to feel it there and kept speaking, so he sat still and listened When she was finished the creature stopped above her ear its tail curled in the air He reached to her and brushed it off with a silent whisper
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Apr 8, 2014
Apr 8, 2014 at 5:32 PM UTC
Speak of the Devil
He noticed a scorpion on her cheek crawling up into her hair She didn't seem to feel it there and kept speaking, so he sat still and listened When she was finished the creature stopped above her ear its tail curled in the air He reached to her and brushed it off with a silent whisper
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Apr 8, 2014
Apr 8, 2014 at 5:32 PM UTC
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