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Thanks for the offer, but you guys would probley get caught and put in a cell with Scott Peterson and Michael Jackson, and I'd never be able to live with myself...
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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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