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The crazy cemetery guard



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Once with the Pet we were in the cemetery to steal a candle, then caught the cemetery, kicked me on the ground, the petigas ran away, the bikini was taken by the fox. Then my dad went back and took the bikini and screamed at the cemetery guard for breaking his teeth.

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