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| Uh... strange stick thin goth boy, where has Pierangelo gone? | |
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| Man... just... talked...bollocks. He screamed and screamed, then the screaming stopped. So much red.... tee hee. | |
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| Oh no! This curious goth mutant has murdered my university pal Pierangelo, and probably buried him somewhere. | |
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