Voting #: 4012
She saw the girl; she looked miserable -- a monster. The crescent-mooned scythe under the eyes, the empty abyss whirled the pupils. She saw Niccolò Machiavelli and verbos españoles frolicking above the girl’s head, sucking at her soul. They were eating the miserable girl. She blinked. She looked at herself.
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