THE FACE
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Last published Tue, Sep 26, 2023
you go to school everyday, but there is this weird person in your school that wears a hoodie everyday everytime he's in school theres always news that someone dies, but when he's not in school nobody dies, nobody knows his face, but everytime he's in school he has blood in his hand but washes it off, one day, your whole school knew who was the killer..... it was him.... the weird person in your school the whole school said that he cuts off faces but you still didn't know his face..... maybe he cuts of faces and puts it in his face,... we still don't know.
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