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By AnonymJack Bunbury
He was cut from the scene like a case of the runs from a can-can routine.
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By AnonymJack Bunbury
The stark evening sun at the far edge of the town had just unzipped the sky and finally gone down.
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By AnonymJack Bunbury
This was the kack’s cradle, icky-poo’s bassinet. It was Death and Diarrhea, singing duet.
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