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[billy Once Spoke of Our Approaching Doom]

Billy once spoke of our approaching doom. Revealed stitched-cross against bare groom. But fear never chilled stiff steel handle. Then he ranted silent scandal! Now Billy talks little in him white padded room.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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