Isn't it lovely? The sun set forever, and a melancholy cloud fell on our heads. The tick-tock heartbeat is slow and sad... it hears the whispers of things to come.
I've a home now... Gentleman Walter ought to collect his payment. I wonder... is he still singing with the other piece's blood?
What thoughts my other half has! Full of blood...
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I told him that I will be good if he is.
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But this one is mine.
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I miss him.
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No, the singing is stilled. Jealousy drowns out such thing.
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Envy is another matter.
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What sort of games does sweet decay like? We could go to the park... watch the trees wither and crumble.
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Anything y-you'd like, Drusilla.. I d-don't really kn-know what would be c-considered play..
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Hm... the crawly one? He doesn't like me. Don't want to get you in trouble, my sweet...
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Oh my dear other half, should you like a taste it is not within my realm to deny my other self.
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This morning was so much fun... my first pet ran away, but I found an other. He's very pretty... very talented...
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