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At the bloody mausoleum gates... well, not bloody in the sense that they are covered in blood or anything, no not that. in the profane sense, that is, more rather...
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| as i was saying... bloody piss! | |
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| she was the light of my life, santa... and i miss her | |
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| oh... oh, oh, oh, oh! i thought this was some kind of sick, cross-species, necrophiliac kind of thing... | |
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| she died at christmas, santa | |
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