A Sextette: Turn Out the Lights, the Party's Over
She was gazing into the distance as her, cat whom had ate his canary ?
Father Merrin, lying gray and cold about, departed's floor: epic's, revival...
Hysteria stiking it's note she held no cloak while Damien, grasped her throat.
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