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My worst fears...

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Sat in a jar, swimming in the lucious oils with my friends, is pure bliss as I know it. However my friends are indeed dissapearing fast, yesterday my wife was taken by the monsters and eaten. My dreams are haunted by visions of being taken. I pray that when my time comes I will not need to suffer and can slowly drown in a cool martini.
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