One day, loooooooong ago, I had this dream:
I was walking at a street in foggy London, at midnight. Not REALLY a good time for a maiden to walk around here, a voice whispers in my ear. I can't turn around to face him, but I know who he is. When a silver dagger flashes, my suspicions are confirmed. Jack The Ripper.
I dunno why I had this dream, but
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