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#126
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Perfectly Wicked
Squiggles
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Wicked woke feeling as if she had been sleeping for days, her head aching as if it was filled with cotton. A quick call to room service for a pitcher of coffee and Advil would be sure to cure any woes.
I am Cannibal, Cannibal, Cannibal, I am. I am Cannibal, Cannibal, I'll eat you up.
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Posted 01-08-2011, 09:19 PM
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