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Thursday, July 2, 2015

The Awful Truth

Sometimes you just gotta be horrible.

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Queen Poison Apple
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Sarah Sparks is a voodoo poet, unstable patron, neurotic sex symbol, fevered feminine fatale, over-educated sadist, and generally only dangerous to herself and a few unfortunate bedmates. She can be found haunting the halls of academia, frequenting shady establishments and eating candy at home in bed when the mood takes her.
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