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	"Tis now the very witching time of night, When churchyards yawn, and hell itself breathes out. Nosferatu, Does not this word sound like the call of the death bird at Midnight? You dare not say it since the pictures will fade into dark shadows, ghostly dreams will rise from your heart and feed on your own blood  | 
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			Not too many hicks around these parts of New England. 
		
		
		
		
		
		
		
		
	
	 
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			heheh i wish we had hicks in Australia, well we do but they arent as funny as your hicks. hehe
		 
		
		
		
		
		
		
		
		
	
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