So as you might have noticed, my problems with nature have been worse lately. As I believe I've mentioned before, in my early childhood I was under a curse in West Africa that nearly got me eaten by lions. A former hoodoo man parishoner of my pappy trapped the curse spirit in a jar and gave it to me- it formed the core of what is my ghost bottle
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I love you, man, but if somebody reports them, I will cry for a week.
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I think I may have to do that little masking ritual in the bathroom.
If I get arrested, bail me out?
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And you really /cannot/ go door to door asking for virgin blood from someone else. For one thing, I won't let you.
Since this is public, you might wish to note that someone seems to have /taken/ your ghost bottles, and be on the lookout?
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What- Well. Define 'virgin', please.
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