by VICTORIA
We have a traditional family picture, but our emotion and style are a weakening mixture. The way the black goes to white, but we hate the mix of black and white. Every year I have the eyes of the devil and my head shapes more and more like a shovel. Faces expressed like possessed demons, like we had to release a freeman. We live our lives like old-fashioned American farmers. This here pitchfork is our only armor. We love to when we meet to deal with savages, because their lower than the averages.
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