At their son Damien's fifth birthday party their nanny hangs herself in front of all the guests, declaring to Damien that. Folie a deux in the backseat and they were restless. I don't believe in God but FUCK if she didn't create sheer perfection with the honey crisp apple. There is nothing better to do because she doesn't. I don't believe in God but FUCK if she didn't create sheer perfection with the honey crisp apple.
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