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Lying in a pool of blood, my daughter's killer let out a soft whimper one last time before I bent down and pulled the knife out.

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"Hey look, Morty, I turned myself into a pickle!"

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I don’t care about people’s skin color.

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Deep in the trench, the submarine's high beams clicked on.

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My girlfriend walked into the room

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the surfboard company thought that addintlg a strap that to you attach to your leg to the surfboard would be safe.

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I finally got to eat. My friend died within arms reach.

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Don't know how I ended up with my limbs ripped off by four tiny cars driven by men in facepaint.

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As my baby was dunked into the water, he started screaming as his skin burned and peeled.

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As my clock read 4:02, she jumped out at me, pushing a long, rusty knife through my solar plexus.

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Title	Upvotes	Mark as read	Favorited	Rating	Add to a list
Lying in a pool of blood, my daughter's killer let out a soft whimper one last time before I bent down and pulled the knife out.	3
"Hey look, Morty, I turned myself into a pickle!"	3
I don’t care about people’s skin color.	3
Deep in the trench, the submarine's high beams clicked on.	3
My girlfriend walked into the room	3
the surfboard company thought that addintlg a strap that to you attach to your leg to the surfboard would be safe.	3
I finally got to eat. My friend died within arms reach.	3
Don't know how I ended up with my limbs ripped off by four tiny cars driven by men in facepaint.	3
As my baby was dunked into the water, he started screaming as his skin burned and peeled.	3
As my clock read 4:02, she jumped out at me, pushing a long, rusty knife through my solar plexus.	3