Bloody Little Girls
"Sorry." She leaned against the cardboard box behind her, sighing. Licking the blood from her fingers. She lifted her hand, smearing a little on the plaster statue in front of her, put on a pedestal of beer crates and surrounded by small storm candles, and matches stuck to the wood with wax. The lights to the "shrine" were lit, lending an eerie
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It makes me glad to hear that you like it. <3
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