Tiffany Reisz

How are you going to get revenge against dead people? Dig ’em up and stake ’em through the heart?”“I asked myself that same question, and I think I know the answer. You destroy what they loved, and you love what they destroyed.

How are you going to get revenge against dead people? Dig ’em up and stake ’em through the heart?”“I asked myself that same question, and I think I know the answer. You destroy what they loved, and you love what they destroyed.

– Tiffany Reisz –

The Bourbon Thief

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