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^ > Welcome to the circus-
Demarcus walked around in the darkness twirling one of his knives in his hand. He hummed a song loud enough to be heard from a few yards away. He walked in a sort of bored manner with his head hanging loosely on his neck. Demarcus was never one for social gatherings. He preferred to be by himself, but of course with his precious "toys". Or so he calls them. His "toys" are actually knifes, he still keeps one of the knifes he used to slaughter his doctor when he was in the Institution for the Insane.
^ >Try the cotton candy
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Nimue Nott · Fri Feb 19, 2010 @ 02:23am · 0 Comments
