"What haunts you but that which is within you?"
"From the Hairs of your Head
To the Tips of Your Toes,
Up and down thy back
The Hand of my Spirit Goes"
Look for me in the mirror. Listen for my voice in the static of a radio.
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3 cups of sugar Flour and shit Vanilla extract Some other baking shit "Grandma always said her cookie recipe would be over her dead body"