You're number eight. Your name is Jane, with black hair, braids, and black lines around your eyes... Shades to hide your habit. I don't know your age, though you guessed mine... My sign. Your sign! The opening line is always just the same. The same intention, destination. You and me and rainbows..
Dead shot through the temple in the temple heard the preacher screech! I. bored you full of holes, Lucretia, saw you crease up in a ball, as if you. swallowed your own poison followed as you crawled up to the altar..