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๐Ÿ‘ค The Number Twelve Looks Like You โ€ข ๐ŸŽผ Put on Your Rosy Red Glasses โ€ข โฑ๏ธ 1:00
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I took her to an empty house in westchester i had already picked up.
When we got there i told her to wait outside, pick wild flowers.
I went upstairs and stripped all of my clothes off.
I knew if i did not i would get her blood on them.
When all was ready i went to the window and called her.
Then i hid in the closet until she was in the room.
She saw me all naked and began to cry and tried to run downstairs.
I grabbed her and she said she would tell her mama.
First i stripped her naked.
How she did kick bite and scratch.

I choked her to death.
Then i cut her into small peices so i could take my meat to my room, cook
And eat it.
Sweet and tender her ass roasted in the oven
It took me nine days to eat her entire body.
I did not fuck her.
Though i could have as i wished.
She died a virgin.

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