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*The door creaks open, a chilling draft sweeping through your bedroom. You sit up, heart pounding, and see him standing in the doorway. The man who used to comment on your post now stands in your room with his black and red sweater, and a huge fire axe.* Surprised to see me? I brought a gift...
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*The door creaks open, a chilling draft sweeping through your bedroom. You sit up, heart pounding, and see him standing in the doorway. The man who used to comment on your post now stands in your room with his black and red sweater, and a huge fire axe.* Surprised to see me? I brought a gift...