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Sporadic Direction
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Concluida, Has publicado ene 14, 2016
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"Why don't you go let the creepy bitch in and see what she wants" harry goes to the door wear Taylor is oddly scratching and opens it. 

She is just standing there  and covered in blood. She takes a whif in and jumps on Harry. 

He is trying to push her off him and she is trying to bite him. Zayn mumbles "fuck I shouldn't do this" as he grabs a baseball bat and knocks her head clean off. Everyone is silent. We look out the door and a couple more bloody people are walking. We quickly lock the door. 

Liem yells "Zayn you fucking killed Taylor swift dude"
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