One Halloween, around the time me and Daniel Smyth were dipping our palms in toxic waste, I stole this old woman's dried up monkey paw. During the course of that wondrous night, each of the fingers curled down at the second knuckle... something strange always followed. The damage continues to tarnish and haunt the deep filthy bowels of my
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I haven't seen you since we went to see that movie.
you bastard, i wanna hang out with you.
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