Tombstone Generator
Another has joined the ranks of the Nerfed! Alas, poor Lindsey, I knew her Horatio... all that remained next to her Nerf-ridden corpse was another mysterious, perhaps even creepy note scribbled in crayon on a generic brown bag one could find almost anywhere:
"Death by Starbucks"
The sweet taste of chai on a lover's wet lips.
This very place we met in which I sip.
Milk steams as I gently pull the plastic trigger.
On the floor, my love's blood runs thicker.
Note: Be real clear when you send emails (as in, "I killed X") before going all Riddler. Ref Irie is busy this week.
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