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Scottie, do you believe that someone out of the past, someone dead,can enter and take possession...
But you're still the hard-headed Scott, aren't you?
Tiki Mugs
I'm not making it up. I wouldn't know how. She'll be talking to me about something. Suddenly, the words fade into silence. The power comes into her eyes, and they go blank. She's somewhere else, away from me - someone I don't know. I call to her, she doesn't even hear me. Then, with a long sigh, she's back. Looks at me, brightly. Doesn't even know she's been away, can't tell me where or when.
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Perpetuating fear for political gain.
Sad times we live in.
Does that Tiki place up the street still make those wicked Tancredos? I had two last time I was there, and I was HAMMERED.
What a lame sounding explosion. Did Brinks do that sound effect?
there could be some truth to that message.
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