Butcher slammed his cleaver into the board.
“I understand,” he rasped. “I was never meant to see inside.”
Deliveryman nodded. “Well, Iām sorry you did.”
Butcher handed Deliveryman the scissors.
Deliveryman grinned. Tongue on sale tomorrow.
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The picture is nice and creepy.
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Thank you Susan. š
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Love it!
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Thank you. š
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eeek Talk about having the last word! š
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Mmmhmm! š
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Well this is truly interesting!!!!!
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Thank you. š
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Ohoho … I love this one. ‘ Tongue on sale tomorrow..’ You are inspiring me to write more horror.
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Good to hear Cat, cheers. š
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This stuff is creepyfabulous! ā¤
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Thanks again! š
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Uh, uh, uh.
Come on Butch, spit it out š
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And now there’s a mess to clean up… š
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LOL
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