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#graceunderpressure
This secret, best kept away from prying hands that drop eyes on eaves and awnings. They stay within the perimeter of spies and agents doubling as bartender ears, drink up and pour the punch that hits you where you bleed invisible. The spleen lacerating split, a penetrating ooze, cleaves back and forth with you. Drain out and glaze over. Be very, very still.
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Mar 13, 2016
Mar 13, 2016 at 3:18 AM UTC
A walkthrough and the flowerpots of paranoia