Half-Face
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Complete Sat, Oct 24, 20154h 31m
Filthy pointed teeth.
Unblinking red eyes.
Only half the skin on her face.
A scythe for a right hand.
No nose.
Disheveled curly black hair.
Half-Face watches.
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