*sigh* I feel as though school haunts me eight days a week. Following, waiting, for just the time to attack.... *eek!* Strangling each mortal soul gasping for a breath. Ripping each hope out of your chest without remorse. Blood drips down the claws of the beast. Pain.....that is all the young fledgings know for they are put in a tourcher closet
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