There is a funny woman with a head called a scissors girl in the neighborhood.

About 30 years old my hair is long and dumb, I always smile while muttering something.

She always has a sheer bladder according to the name as it is a shakijaki.
It is often noted by the police.

By the time a friend got out of elementary school, I was losing myself whether I moved or died.
So, a few friends in junior high school days talked about trying a liver.

The place is standing with a pothun in a place where there is no one near the entrance of the mountain, at the house of a scissors girl who is now unmanned.

Everyone was afraid of the house.
In the state there are scattered garbage and wool balls, and there is no footstep in the foot.

When you go to the back, there is a closet, and when you can open it comes out a doll.
Many human faces were stuffed by that person.

And Bibi took off with everyone.
And there was a guy who had a choreographed thing with that teacher and there was such a thing, so the

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