"I cant sleep." she said, crawing into bed with me. I woke up cold, clutching the dress she was buried in.
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Bedtime stories
HororIn the nights we´re walking, in the dreams we´re talking. In The stories they tell, It never goes well.
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"I cant sleep." she said, crawing into bed with me. I woke up cold, clutching the dress she was buried in.
