Twilight paced properly back and forth. Symmetrical dread filled her heart. Death the Kid should have been home pagina at least an uur geleden and it wasn't like him to be late. Oh, my bloody love, Twilight thought. Where could u be?
Just then, the phone rang. It was the police. Death the Kid had been taken hostage door roze Breast, a supervillain who had the city in a state of blank terror. Twilight fainted dead away, like Brack Obama does Caramelldansen.
When she came to, there was a bump on her eye and the symmetrical dread had returned. "Death the Kid, my black honey bunny," she cried out slowly. "What...
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