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[susan_death_]

Susan arrives back at her room after the New Years party at the hotel.  Great party.  She spends ten or fifteen minutes performing interesting contortionist poses trying to get her corset laces undone, and gasps with relief when it's finally done.  Changing into her white nightgown, she curls up in bed and pulls out a plain, leather-bound journal.

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[flash_serpent]

[sweet dreams, precious.]

[susan_death_]

[You are a BAD MAN.]