I'm alone in hiding, where i find this piece of girls leg.
It dropped from hell where the slut had shot her dog
how dare she, am i meant to feel guilty apon her leave?
she was in the wrong
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This is a very dramatic piece of work pickled, her leg standing for human corruption and cruelty. Very well done.