AfterdarkAfterdarkAfterdark
Waiting… … Waiting just like so many other times… A scent, brought on by the gently sighing breeze… … Blood.
It was a relatively quiet evening for Thomas, the noise and heat of the party but a distant memory to him. He crossed the pavement from one side of the road to the other, his shoes echoing with a muted clap as he moved in his slightly staggering gait. His head swam like an errant drift of wood caught in the seas swell. The night seemed to form an oppressive enfilade around him, his perception narrowed to a needlepoint by the nights festivities an
Musical tastes of the moment
Sexeh.
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「朔」
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You hear about that new cure for hemaroids?
well...
Use petrol and you can get upto fifty piles to the gallon!
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「朔」
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You hear about that new cure for hemaroids?
well...
Use petrol and you can get upto fifty piles to the gallon!
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「朔」
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