Chrissy Sutherland

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I can still see my sister’s vessel; bulging eyeball volleyed out of her skull, winking at me while jammed in the grimy heating vent. The darkness in her skull splattered all over. While her soul had finally escaped to go wherever souls go, her pulpy, corrupted cranium was left behind.
Son of the Slob
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