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The smell of blood in the night, the sound of squelching coming from the basement door that I know I boarded up, and the sight of my late wife holding what was once our son.
I think a lot of us can relate.
The smell of blood in the night, the sound of squelching coming from the basement door that I know I boarded up, and the sight of my late wife holding what was once our son.
I think a lot of us can relate.
