Dream
He wanted to kill me and I couldn't help to love him all the more for it. Always he carried the hatchet as a reminder of a simple, swift move he could make and remove my head. He carried Oliva Newton John with him like the devil on his shoulder. To increase his rage she would sing a very muffled version of "Physical". I would wonder if he had
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