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Her eyelids finally met that night, as they were about to conceive that beautiful child called SleepĀ 

There was a rattle in her bones as the Sandman whispered in her ear

"There will be no rest for the wicked and the dammed, My Darling, My Dear.

So what the Hell are you doing here?"

She never slept again.

Nightsleepterrorssandman

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