The Killer Withing The Roses
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Última publicación lun, feb 29, 2016
Every murder he did ,every person he killed, there was a pattern a pile of roses sitting next to the body, dringed in the killers blood. 17 murders in the last month and no one could find him, but today is the day when he decided to kill me
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