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Last published Sun, Jun 21, 2015
I walked down the street Et spiritum meum in pace requiescant i mumbled to myself which means rest in peace my spirit. To night hunters it is a way of saying goodbye to our fallen brothers or sisters and to let their spirits rest. I walked down the street to mine and my brother's house they knew where we were I couldn't stay any longer if I did it would mean death.
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