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I'm sure I'd be OK, nothing but rednecks, corn and Budwieser around here, but not to far North of me is the military base where they store all that VX gas. If their bombs don't get me our chemical warfare will.
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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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