“I, the youngest in the group, peeked my sweet little head…” — Morbid at 11:13
“I, the youngest in the group, peeked my sweet little head out of the blankets to see what was happening. Whoever this maniac was, because we never found out, slipped a huge butcher knife up inside the rain cover of the tent so we could see what he was using to terrorize a few little babies. What the fuck? Oh my god.…”
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