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From: RomanaRiddle
Date: 14 Sep 2007
Time: 14:11:13
I sense that you are young in years, fresh, ripe. 13, am I correct? You know, I was made to carry out my first kill at thirteen. Oh, how it was bliss. You will never understand the thrill of the chase, the moonlight shining down upon you. It is terifying, but oh, it is glorius.