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Song of my soul You, sir, should unmask.Song of my soul by ~Nohbodyknows
The woman's voice sounded hollow in the room. I opened my eyes and struggled to focus on the blue-gray light emanating forom the television.
Indeed?
A deeper voice. Masculine and slightly muffled.
Indeed, it's time. We have all laid aside disguise but you. I knew what this was. I remember performing it in school.
I wear no mask.
My lips move wordlessly along to line
the touch, the feel He was found on the bed, neatly dressed - as though ready for a night out. A half-finished cigarette was stamped out in the ash tray on the bed next to him, smoke still adrift, ghost-fumes of dead embers. The door had been locked, and the maid had to force the door, on account of the catch-chain.the touch, the feel by ~Nohbodyknows
The entry wound measured approximately 8 millimeters in diameter, behind the chin. The exit wound was the circumference of a red-delicious apple - but while red there was very little delicious about the mass of tissue thrown violently against the wall and ceiling directly behind h
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