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We just keep an old Sears Roebuck catalog in the outhouse. While your waiting you crumple it up a couple of times to make it softer...
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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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