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....I think I want Trotsky brownines. o.o
It is a little macabre. Just a wee bit.
Like the time my friend opened a box in her mum's bedroom and found the ashes of her mum's ex husband....who she poisoned with oleander....and my friend, in all her insanity, suggested that we smoke them. But I was a little concerned about, you know....going to hell for smoking a dead guy.....
lol.
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