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The children run back and forth, tramping the muck and mire, laughing their childish laughs, singing our harrowing songs ofmutilations for the common good.
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I would venture to say his features invoked a certain character of cretinism about him…
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Her face contorts, lips spreading into the perfect crimson “O” of a plastic doll, the kind meant to sate the beast-like inclinations of lonely losers like me.
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Muscles rippled and pulsed beneath its crusted fur as if they might escape the dying thing and live anew.
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May finished getting ready and came out to find Granmere burning down the kitchen.
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When John died no one ventured close to his play area, and the leaves were left to blow over the gorse-covered slope and down to the creeping streams amongst the trees.
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You have to be fast, even with the lure the mangy little fuckers keep an eye out.
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