

The Ghost Children's story She couldn't really remember much after the buttons were sewn.The Ghost Children's story
It was as if her mind was wiped in a searing blaze of pain, a merciless fire that roared through her skull, destroying everything in it. She remembered herself screeching horribly, an ear-splitting sound that could only come from someone in terrible agony.
Luckily the pain only lasted for a few minutes. Eventually it was enough to knock the girl out, dirty blonde curls falling down her pale, bloodstained face. If she had been conscious, she would have seen the cruel, thin witch
The Boosh.
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[x] The Blood I Bleed is black Indeed [x]
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People are just like Slinkies; they're good for nothing, but they always bring a smile to your face when you push them down a flight of stairs.
Shinon:...YEAH! I'm fine! I'll be fine...Fine, fine...Ugh...I don't feel so good. Ooh...BLAARRRGGGHHHH!
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