Sadist
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Last published Sun, Jan 15, 2017
1869. Chattanooga, Tennessee.
275,719 Slaves and counting resided in the state of Tennessee (TN). ZOOM! A girl is seen holding an antique looking washcloth. ZOOM! The prints of the washcloth seen to be sloshing almost crying. PLOP! A transparent drop of illustrious Adam's ale chooses to fall on the print. ZOOM! Past the washcloth we see a dark hand holding it no THIS hand is not white so it is not the hand of someone /Free/. FREE Is what this girl wishes to be. SHATTER! A plate drops and mumbles proceed. Footsteps follow. Blood soon spills.
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