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*in this corner of camp: a little pink witch, pressed up against a tree and looking horrified.
also, zombies. they are dancing for her, although bits are falling off in their enthusiasm. the song? why, it's a haunting refrain you might know rather well...*
No, I really - I do think you ought to stop, that's not - ugh!
((beware, it's the Macarena))
also, zombies. they are dancing for her, although bits are falling off in their enthusiasm. the song? why, it's a haunting refrain you might know rather well...*
No, I really - I do think you ought to stop, that's not - ugh!
((beware, it's the Macarena))