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"Her name is Sally", Sarah said,

she’s  over there in her white night gown, her long wet hair darker than the night.

Her skin, pale and smooth, her eyes, pitch black. 

"When she’s  mad she cries blood", Sarah continued, 

"She’s my friend", Sarah said, she doesn’t like you.

The mirrors started to bleed.

Sally 1736 - 1741 

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