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reminiscent of rose for emily
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True love, but really carried to an extreme.
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Corpse
Think about the scent. Smell of rotting and decaying corpse of all this time. Delicious...
No, in serious manner, this is quite unsettling. All I can think of is the odor and how it's been on those blankets and in that bed. //Waking up next to a corpse and saying good morning. Corpse does not answer, how rude that would be?// (Also, this sounds like Nekromantik, all over again.) Last edited by RadioactiveCinemaCult; 09-09-2014 at 12:37 AM. Reason: Typo |
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Black-market taxidermist, I see the logic here. |
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