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Kayla Robinson, If You Don't Shut Up I'll Fly Down There And Suck Every Last Bit Of Blood From Your Stupid Cheating Cow Body!

But You Don't Belong Here! You're Dead!" I Sobbed Against His Chest. "zo, Babe, This Is The Otherworld. It's Not Me Who Doesn't Belong Here-it's You.

When The Thrill Of His Body Fades Or Changes, And The Difficulties Of Pledging Yourself To Only One Person Surface, Kindness Will Be The Balm That Soothes The Wounds Of Life.

Just When I Thought My Day Couldnt Get Any Worse, I Saw The Dead Guy Next To My Locker.