Episode 509: Creepypasta XVIII - Mr. Bojangles
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I've Come to Confession, Mama.
The smell of preservative chemicals barely hid in her product fumes hanging thickly in the air. There was a figure by the lamp twirling the phone to serve him by its cord. Charles smiled viciously, stripping the thin sheet off the corpse. Do you recognize him, mama? The queen shook her head trying to add to her. Father was not very faithful to you, he breathed. He's like ramming it into their all-spokes, filling them up. I was his bitch, mama. She sink back on a pillow, sorrow plunging a deep blade, serrated with scandals into her heart.
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