.. by ~rubix-cube
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dead heads by ~rubix-cube

the mute "I'm sorry, we're doing out best to find him."the mute by ~rubix-cube
Came the voice from the husky looking policeman, his tired face in contrast with the rest of his strong body.
"Look harder!! oh, my boy! oh.. no.. my poor baby!!" My mother nearly screams this at the policeman and then is overwhelmed by her own words. Tears flood her eyes and my father puts his arm around her soothingly, cooing and telling her that he will be okay and that everything will turn out. He tells her not to cry and that we can't do anything but hope and pray.
"I'm sorry, ma'am." repeats the policeman.
"All of our children..oh..why!? why my children.." She sobs onto my dad's sh
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knockin'[die]
knockin'[life]
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..ahhh
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RAWR!!