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That's the Chucky Doll in west ashvegas...Watch out for that doll, he scares me.
He scares us all. Be afraid, be very afraid.
I have to drive by Chucky every day on the way to work, and every day I'm weeping and sucking my thumb by the time I hit I-240.
God only knows what treasures are locked away in the depths of that store, since it is NEVER OPEN. The proprieter either owns the building or is running cocaine.
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That's the Chucky Doll in west ashvegas...Watch out for that doll, he scares me.
He scares us all. Be afraid, be very afraid.
I have to drive by Chucky every day on the way to work, and every day I'm weeping and sucking my thumb by the time I hit I-240.
God only knows what treasures are locked away in the depths of that store, since it is NEVER OPEN. The proprieter either owns the building or is running cocaine.
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