Just in case I am ever found with a stiletto heel through my heart, a single hair belonging to Alexander Skarsgaard, Scott Speedman or Javier Bardem resting on my chest, and no apparent motive or suspect for my untimely death... dear readers, please direct the police to
this blog.
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I will actually Murder you for Kit. By which I mean "don't be silly" and I Have An Alibi.
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