Her day consists of walking from one block to another, serching for her next thrill somewhere around the corner. Now what is her thrill? You may ask. Her thrill is just a pill to pass, cause she pops them likevtheir dissolvable candies. They save her from having to feel ever and never.
Mrs. Vicious Demon
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