Marceline, why can't you come through my window at midnight and do what you do. Oh right, because you're not real. Pity.

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Marceline, why can’t you come through my window at midnight and do what you do. Oh right, because you’re not real. Pity.

I cut throats of all those wack urban vampires, slicing nigggas open with Persian daggers, snakes and garlic, straight retarded

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