The serpent soul pinchers, three hundred and fifty no thank yous and nobody flinches. Go on girl go on, give us something gruesome. We require your grief, the thugs help the thieves as they're trying to rob the words from her gob and take the source of the innocents.
If you were there, beware. The serpent soul pinchers can't you sense she was never meant to fill column inches. And you've had enough, what you're trying to dig up isn't there to be dug, the thieves help the thugs as they're trying beat the good grace of a sweetheart