Death Becomes Her
"Satan reached out his hand and crushed the life out of them with his
fingers, threw them away, wiped the red from his fingers on his
handkerchief, and went to talking where he had left off: 'We cannot do
wrong; neither have we any disposition to do it, for we do not know what
it is.'" -
The Mysterious Stranger, Mark Twain
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Alison Scarpulla |
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