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You met him, then? Still, I guess I shouldn't be too surprised. There's a lot of that stuff going on in Cardiff Bay.
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Wed 18 Nov 2009, 22:07,
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for the tentacles coming in from the sea.
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Wed 18 Nov 2009, 22:12,
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But I wants to go to beddybies. I'm all speepy and need my kip :(
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and try and ignore the wet slapping on the window and the slurping and the crackle of the flames and the moans of the victimised
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ok Mr Spider I'll try my best.
Slurping? Flames?! Just why did I move here :(
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Slurping? Flames?! Just why did I move here :(
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The music of his pipes that sounds more like the screams of tortured souls the more you hear and the closer you get; the tempting aroma of his skin that smells more like a putrid cow fat and bloated from drowning and bulbous with maggots the closer you get; the pull of the glamour; the promise of the glory and the freedom; the lies and the lies and the LIES AND THE LIES.
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But I'll take your word for it.
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