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I don't know why the ritual didn't work. You wrote: "On the third day, sprinkle my grave with the blood of a naked virg--" Whoops, found my mistake! Listen, I'm gonna need you to hang tight for a second, while I go deal with a cellar full of confused Virginians.
Short story written by Peter Chiykowski
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