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Crimson pearls fell to the ground as she clutched at her throat; the only sound, an incessant gurgle.
Her knees buckled, and she collapsed.
The coppery scent of her blood filled the air, as the meticulous hands of her dark assailant went to work; his breathing was harried, and manic. 51 more words
This kid rules. Best part of being little…..everything is twice as big.
Karsten keep up the great work!
I’m guessing the publisher of the video, … 49 more words