Wearing Another Skin
Poem About Self-Reflection Taste me to see — just … go on and on and on She never complained, she just let her reflection take the blame left them all hanging What kind...
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The Wind Blew, and the Old House Groaned, Part Three – A Murder
One week later, Mr. McCullers went on his murderous rampage. An inspector came by Harold’s house. “Well, it turns out that you were the last people to have ever spoken to them,” he said....
