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✥✦✥ ░▒▓ ∽⊰ ℳ ⊱∽ ♥⋆ ❤ * Muerte smirked lightly. Though she really rarely took off her extravagant sombrero, she a found a better solution. ❝ — Well, I doubt you can try mine… But, may be, you’d like to try out your own? ❞ She snapped her delicate fingers and out of a small firework of flower petals appeared another a bit smaller hat, which mostly resembled the one that Muerte wore. But only it was purple. ❝ — How about this one?… ❞
"Holy. Rabies. Holy Rabies! That's so cool! I love it!"













