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The tears of her victims pooled and spilled down her cheeks in a tsunami of hot, salt streaks. They crusted on the skin and broke - creating ravines that bled red and black pus. -
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the Ukrainian meat. The sweet, fatty meat of the hog. Sweet. Fatty. Sweet. Fatty. HOG! The thoughts consumed her. She let out a shrill squeal, like that of a startled pig. How
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a large dose of Vitamin D and hoped for the best. The sun definitely didn't shine out of his poop extractor so it was important to get the nutrients somehow. But
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better method for dealing with large amounts of brown matter. Maybe everything would be better if they pretended it was HP sauce or
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Fiddlestick McGee?! He was four minutes late and this was unacceptable. He would certainly lose a fingernail or two for the tardiness. There was nothing more satisfying than
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Mushrooms was one thing, Wall Mulch was another. "I don't want to huff or puff!" Patricia exclaimed. She knew that her parents would implode if they found out - literally.
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the clear fluid that leaked from a pumpkin after it was diced. It invaded his dreams - the silky ooze forming a second skin over his swollen mass. There was another problem and
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It was broken. Nobody knew why. But that was a lie. Vincent knew that there was a very real threat sitting in the school hall. Was it a teacher, a child or one of parents?