she was a needle beetle crawling on all fours ice in her veins of what remains. red puff explodes from her eyes circled her like a vulture claim to be of culture nothing but guilty spies.
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she was a needle beetle crawling on all fours ice in her veins of what remains. red puff explodes from her eyes circled her like a vulture claim to be of culture nothing but guilty spies.