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Spookshow Baby
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Additional dialogue by William Shakespeare. She is not waiting. Not quite. It is more that the years mean nothing to her any more, that the dreams and the street cannot touch her. She remains on the edges of time, implacable, unhurt, beyond, and one day you will open your eyes and see her, and after that, the dark. It is not a reaping. Instead, she will pluck you, gently, like a feather, or a flower for her hair. Written by Neil Gaiman. Val, Squared: my icon journal. Lord of the rings. Oh for fucks sake.
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Spookshow Baby
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Additional dialogue by William Shakespeare. She is not waiting. Not quite. It is more that the years mean nothing to her any more, that the dreams and the street cannot touch her. She remains on the edges of time, implacable, unhurt, beyond, and one day you will open your eyes and see her, and after that, the dark. It is not a reaping. Instead, she will pluck you, gently, like a feather, or a flower for her hair. Written by Neil Gaiman. Val, Squared: my icon journal. Lord of the rings. Oh for fucks sake.
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Spookshow Baby
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Additional dialogue by William Shakespeare. She is not waiting. Not quite. It is more that the years mean nothing to her any more, that the dreams and the street cannot touch her. She remains on the edges of time, implacable, unhurt, beyond, and one day you will open your eyes and see her, and after that, the dark. It is not a reaping. Instead, she will pluck you, gently, like a feather, or a flower for her hair. Written by Neil Gaiman. Val, Squared: my icon journal. Lord of the rings. Oh for fucks sake.
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Spookshow Baby
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Additional dialogue by William Shakespeare. She is not waiting. Not quite. It is more that the years mean nothing to her any more, that the dreams and the street cannot touch her. She remains on the edges of time, implacable, unhurt, beyond, and one day you will open your eyes and see her, and after that, the dark. It is not a reaping. Instead, she will pluck you, gently, like a feather, or a flower for her hair. Written by Neil Gaiman. Val, Squared: my icon journal. Lord of the rings. Oh for fucks sake.
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Firefly fic - Fancy Little Dresses - Spookshow Baby
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Firefly fic - Fancy Little Dresses - Spookshow Baby. Additional dialogue by William Shakespeare. She is not waiting. Not quite. It is more that the years mean nothing to her any more, that the dreams and the street cannot touch her. She remains on the edges of time, implacable, unhurt, beyond, and one day you will open your eyes and see her, and after that, the dark. It is not a reaping. Instead, she will pluck you, gently, like a feather, or a flower for her hair. Written by Neil Gaiman. This is so cool.
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Spookshow Baby
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Additional dialogue by William Shakespeare. She is not waiting. Not quite. It is more that the years mean nothing to her any more, that the dreams and the street cannot touch her. She remains on the edges of time, implacable, unhurt, beyond, and one day you will open your eyes and see her, and after that, the dark. It is not a reaping. Instead, she will pluck you, gently, like a feather, or a flower for her hair. Written by Neil Gaiman. Val, Squared: my icon journal. Lord of the rings. Oh for fucks sake.
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Spookshow Baby
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Additional dialogue by William Shakespeare. She is not waiting. Not quite. It is more that the years mean nothing to her any more, that the dreams and the street cannot touch her. She remains on the edges of time, implacable, unhurt, beyond, and one day you will open your eyes and see her, and after that, the dark. It is not a reaping. Instead, she will pluck you, gently, like a feather, or a flower for her hair. Written by Neil Gaiman. Val, Squared: my icon journal. Lord of the rings. Oh for fucks sake.
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Spookshow Baby
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Additional dialogue by William Shakespeare. She is not waiting. Not quite. It is more that the years mean nothing to her any more, that the dreams and the street cannot touch her. She remains on the edges of time, implacable, unhurt, beyond, and one day you will open your eyes and see her, and after that, the dark. It is not a reaping. Instead, she will pluck you, gently, like a feather, or a flower for her hair. Written by Neil Gaiman. Val, Squared: my icon journal. Lord of the rings. Oh for fucks sake.
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2013 - Spookshow Baby
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2013 - Spookshow Baby. Additional dialogue by William Shakespeare. She is not waiting. Not quite. It is more that the years mean nothing to her any more, that the dreams and the street cannot touch her. She remains on the edges of time, implacable, unhurt, beyond, and one day you will open your eyes and see her, and after that, the dark. It is not a reaping. Instead, she will pluck you, gently, like a feather, or a flower for her hair. Written by Neil Gaiman. Val, Squared: my icon journal. This is so cool.
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