Sleep Paralysis

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Thursday, September 15, 2011

Posted by Brianne at 3:11 PM

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IllithilichSeptember 16, 2011 at 6:24 PM
Ok, that's just creepy.
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Brianne: Born in captivity, Brianne seeks to return to her home somewhere near Neptune. To finance this endeavor, she often turns herself into a fox and steals eggs from local henhouses, which she transforms into opals the size of a human fist. She sells these gems by the side road under the light of a full moon. And that is how toys get into cereal boxes.

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