You're killing me, little human. — Shelly Crane, Altered
You're killing me, little human. — Shelly Crane, Altered
You're killing me, little human. — Shelly Crane, Altered
You're killing me, little human. — Shelly Crane, Altered
You're killing me, little human. — Shelly Crane, Altered
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You're killing me, little human.

— Shelly Crane, Altered
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