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Gift to myself
I finally got rid of my old recliner. It's been a trusted friend for several years and is a horror film veteran however the time had come for it to go. So today I went out a bought me a new recliner, complete with the lift up arms with cup holders, storage bins, remote holder, and it even has heat and massage. It's my present to myself, even though everybody will get to use it. The wife and kids don't know I bought it yet, and they just delivered it about 1 1/2 hours ago, won't they be suprised when they get home.
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"Tis now the very witching time of night, When churchyards yawn, and hell itself breathes out. Nosferatu, Does not this word sound like the call of the death bird at Midnight? You dare not say it since the pictures will fade into dark shadows, ghostly dreams will rise from your heart and feed on your own blood 
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