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Post by Marianne Meinster on Sept 25, 2013 15:43:31 GMT -5
25th September. I know that I am over-dressed in my hunting trips nor do I follow fashion sense but I trust in my own taste. Tonight I chose richly, vivaciously blood red velvet dress, with the real-looking pastel roses pinched on the neckline; always pure like flower in the dewy morning, without dirt and filth despite my trips. I have used the gown in the magnificent ball of Ravna family, and Sabena had called it "divine". It also once made a dirty young cad ( who can be happy that I magnanimously left him unharmed) to give a comment about "dirty trollop´s dress"; what utter rot! I told it to him too, and that people with a mind in the sewer should not make comments about taste. That closed his mouth! Later. I fed and left my victims partly or completely drained. (I will finish them later). So, don´t attack pathetically crying little boys, you filthy young scallywags! (Mem. Remember to mesmerize the mortician to put a cross into their coffins so that they don´t rise from the grave.) Attachments:
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