Front Street Slasher

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Fang Fang
05/01/2018
Fang Fang

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The Front Street Slasher had a tear in his sneaker. He was frighteningly dressed. The pants where Caraccini. Couldn't say about the rest. Yes, his mustache was so polished, but his eyebrows were a mess. I didn't say a word, but he was everything I'd heard. The Front Street slasher had a tear in his sneaker. He was a murderer. The Front street Slasher has a dirty soul. Oh yes, the bottom of his sneaker. I’ll tell you everything I know about this horrifying creature. Oh yes, I’m talking about his clothes. and his gallimaufry features. He was badly dressed at Olney and Mascher. He was the Front Street Slasher. He was the Front Street Slasher. He was on Front street. The Front Street Slasher slunk into the bar. He sat down at the counter. He asked for Beams’ Red Star and he stared into the mirror. Oh no, I don’t know what he saw, but he missed the fraying collar. Only a desperate man would pair a turtle neck with foulard. Oh, then I looked into his eyes. I swear I saw the devil. I could tell he’s tellin’ lies cause his glasses weren’t level. Oh yeah, he’s dangerous with knives and with various apparel. He was a homicidal butcherer of fashion. He was the Front Street Slasher. He was the Front Street Slasher. He was the Front Street Slasher. He had a tear in his sneaker.  He was the Front Street Slasher. He was stepping on the street there. The Front Street Slasher had a dirty soul. Oh yes, the bottom of his sneaker. I’ll tell you everything I know about this horrifying creature. Oh yeah, I’m talking about his clothes. And his gallimaufry features. Oh now the say it couldn’t be him. But did you see what he was wearing? He had a tear in his sneaker. He was the Front Street Slasher. He was walking down the street, yeah. He was the Front Street Slasher.

He was The Front Street Slasher.