today, those of some vociferous motor mouths but they were no where to be seen. Not even able to front in a number of three, the once proud squadron of hate. Crawled back no doubt beneath a rock, stalkers all -grown quiet, fiddling in darkness, bold no more, when called to task for feasting on the lives of others. But they'll be called again, brought to account for the stalking done, others as well. You bet ya.
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