To the fridge I head, seeking the only comfort this pale life offers me.
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I thought he was mere folklore — a boogeyman, a myth that goes bump(?) in the night.
Spooky scary story
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I’m brave. I’m bold. I’m a survivor — nay — a trooper — no — a warrior. And I did it all for you. This is my story, this is my truth, this is my tale. One shot, one opportunity, mom’s spaghetti.
Why stare wistfully at paintings when you can stare rizzfully at actual people?
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