I filmed every last second of her even when dead I wanted every moment

And the spies came as shevlay at my feet
Haven't seen your dog in the last second
Where is it
Is it well.
Then the witch went for more witches to sit on aa bench watching lustinng for the confirmation they hadn't received
She's here
She's OK.
I do not doubt the. Footsteps walking round when she was dug back up belonged to the witches
Here it is the death you're so desperate to spy on, wondering
Did my mate who I spy for do this, the one from the pack of off lead animals with dogs that smirk wanting to eat dogs alive, coming for face offs iin groups, running up feeding mine and running off, calling cops on their victims.
Death at the mortuary.
Lola sleeps at the feetvof jesus. One jesus beneath others
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