Spleen Rupturing Time

How could she leave me here? She knows I hate the sun. It so hot, I think my stuffing is melting. It's been hours. I think she's forgotten me. Feel myself getting weaker. What is that thing coming toward me? Shoo. Go away. I am a mighty voodoo doll and I will make your heart [...]
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Published on February 21, 2012 20:13
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