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Hmm. I think it would either have to be Halloween of '06 or failing that when we went to Slimelight in the summer for our Emily Strange's Society Of Strange meeting thing and we all went to the Slimelight club in London and a good time was had by all.
Because you see, being such a Johnny No Friends like myself, I find it very hard to A) Get invited to parties and B) Finding anyone who actually likes Goth Rock to throw such a party.
But anyway.
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And then a chubby puppy with teensy legs rolls past which makes me giggle like a little school girl and forget what I was thinking about...
Breathing heard just below the floorboards.
The sense of something terrible rousing itself from
from its torpor.
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