.Oh my God!
Wendy, grab Michael and John
They're coming through the back
Blades in hand
And they're ready to kill us all
A catastrophe beyond belief
One from which she could never fully recover>Draw a measure of comfort from the notion
That a dying boy will remain a boy fo.
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