Revolutions always begin with ugly stepsisters. Our little sister was neither ugly nor revolutionary. Who knows what darkness lurked in her heart when she strapped on a bomb and blew herself up. The curtain rises: disaster and ruin slither out
Revolutions always begin with ugly stepsisters. Our little sister was neither ugly nor revolutionary. Who knows what darkness lurked in her heart when she strapped on a bomb and blew herself up. The curtain rises: disaster and ruin slither out
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