…….A still evil that feels satanic, my trembling muscles felt like I was going to panic, a dark presence brushes across me cold as granite, it thought it was disguised I pretended to be enchanted, camouflaged the sweat on my brow behind the heat, I started to fan it; this level of evil other villains should get together and ban it, old and decrepit but with a shadowy shadow with a pitchfork, that leaves hoofs marks where she was standing, this kind of evil defies all understanding, sister Mary Ann Francis, a hallway mediator, spank kids like she was their parents, still traumatized after all these years, refusal to allow my wife to spank our kids, almost ended our marriage.
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Author:
EvenwheniLie (Pseudonym) (
Online)
- Published: October 3rd, 2025 12:40
- Category: Unclassified
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