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Hellcat smells like baking cookies, except it's not the sort of cookies that I bake.
Seeing the name of someone still alive on a gravestone is kind of strange. The circumstances are completely logical, but isn't there supposed to be some sort of fear? Perhaps because it is not me.
Seeing the name of someone still alive on a gravestone is kind of strange. The circumstances are completely logical, but isn't there supposed to be some sort of fear? Perhaps because it is not me.