Blood Lust
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MatureComplete Mon, Jan 11, 201654m
we all knew the risk. Looking back at it now it was something we shouldn't have done. Now, what I was looking at was full explanation why. The dead bodies floating in the water washing up to the beach's shore the cruise ship burning in the distance sinking into the Caribbean Sea. I guess we should have just left that day to rest. It all started in the slums and that's where it ended
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