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I expect that after a week or so, that you will go insane within your own wonderland, and grab that bat in that old locker in our school. You will then come to our house while we sleep peacefully and smash us to pieces. You will try to call the police, but instead your own stupidity will claw your own throat out. There, you will be lying down dead with marks on your throat. It is probably too late, since you are already insane and I might kill you right now or that I might be behind you. Your phobia is getting stronger with each sentence then to each letter.

 

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