The girl
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Última publicación dom, mar 13, 2016
"What is your name?"
"I do not have a name, I have a number, I am number 121"
"What do you think is in that room?" The man pointed at the wall to my right.
"A man... Removing his eyeballs..."
"Wrong"
Pain
"A woman... chopping off her fingers with a knife, laughing."
"Wrong"
Pain
"Sir... I see you... E-eating y-your e-eyeballs... And that m-man who took his own e-eyeballs i-is y-y-you..."
"WRONG! TEST 212 FAILED!!"
Pain. Darkness.
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