Syringe
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Last published Fri, Dec 2, 2016
She'd look down at the little girl's rosy cheeks, splattered with the little girl's own blood , the little girl hysterically crying.
"What a shame.. She was such a good girl"
The woman's crooked smile was the last thing the little girl saw.
all that was left was a Black velvet bow
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