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vanished with the dead lenore;
ThunderstormsIt was one of those nights, those stormy chaotic nights where one hears things on the wind: thunder, a whisper in the rattle of trees, a scream of something carried on the air for miles. For years. The storm the lungs of ghosts too long dead or insubstantial to speak themselves ( Read more... ) -
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This is part of a grocery store fic I am writing based on a dream I had about the third season of VB :< I FINALLY STARTED IT
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