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Mary had a little lamb, her fleece was white as snow.
Everywhere that Mary went, that lamb was sure to go.
She followed her to market, she followed her back home,
she followed to the woods, when she was all alone.
Poor Mary stumbled through the brush, she had lost her way.
But Mary, she was glad her lamb hadn’t gone astray.
For days and days, the lamb and she, they wandered through the wood.
Until one long and tired eve, Mary lay down for good.
She hacked and coughed, and grasped the lamb, her pet, she held it tight.
Poor Mary never saw the morn, it killed her in the night.
Little Mary bled to death, at the foot of a mighty pine,
while the blood red lamb with its blood-red teeth started gnawing on her spine.
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You ever think somethin’ bad, and you start thinkin’, you know, that if the person next to you could read your mind you’d be in deep s**t?
And then you think, “nah, no such thing as telepaths, don’t be silly?” Cherish those few moments of paranoia. It’s the only time they’re not listening.
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Don’t look in public restroom mirrors too long. They get curious, and start looking back.
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The next time you wake up groggy and tired, don’t move. Take a glance at your mirror; if you’re lucky, you might catch a smile.
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Every time you exhale, a little bit of your soul escapes. Luckily, you almost always inhale it back before anyone else gets to it. Almost.
Ever fogged up a mirror with your breath?
Don’t do that.
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Accidentally waking up in the middle of the night and peeking through the window will prompt a “guest” to enter your bedroom door.
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