New RN's. How bout it? |
I desire to serve the Mistress and her ladies unconditionally |
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I just want a drink |
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Say What? |
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Oh gawd. How am I going to walk in those heels? |
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Posted: Sun Oct 25, 2009 9:15 pm
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Posted: Sun Oct 25, 2009 9:16 pm
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Posted: Sun Oct 25, 2009 9:16 pm
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Posted: Sun Oct 25, 2009 9:21 pm
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Posted: Sun Oct 25, 2009 9:21 pm
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Posted: Sun Oct 25, 2009 9:21 pm
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Posted: Sun Oct 25, 2009 9:23 pm
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Posted: Sun Oct 25, 2009 9:28 pm
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Posted: Sun Oct 25, 2009 11:02 pm
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*Slides through the walls and steps in front of the mirror. The mirror fogs over as Lily's ghost stares at it. She takes her ghostly finger and etches a message in the glass.*
Since I can't get in to my place, I'll leave this poem here for you.
Don't ever laugh when a hearse goes by Or you may be the next to die. The worms crawl in, the worms crawl out, The ants play pinochle on your snout. Your liver turns a grassy green, The pus comes out like whipping cream, You spread it on a piece of bread, That's what you eat, when you're dead.
Hope you're ready for Halloween.
*She steps back from the mirror and checks the message, then blows a stream of cold breath on the glass, etching the message in ice. She floats up towards the ceiling admiring her handiwork, then takes a few spins on the fan before wafting up through the rafters and disappearing in to thin air.*
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Posted: Sun Oct 25, 2009 11:11 pm
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Posted: Mon Oct 26, 2009 6:24 am
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Posted: Mon Oct 26, 2009 6:30 am
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Posted: Mon Oct 26, 2009 6:41 am
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Posted: Mon Oct 26, 2009 6:55 am
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Posted: Mon Oct 26, 2009 7:00 am
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