Auction Theory Smoking Story: "They say I'm ..."

mp; aacute; roll there in the doorway of the room. No crying. It seems that she is dead. I do cry, because I killed her. They say I'm queer and I do not know what being gay. I say that because I like the wrist and did not like the ball. Marica, say I am.
I have fear. It's dark and they told me they will come looking. And the doll is dead. When the door opens go cold. It's cold. And it rains. There I am, says the lady who gave me the media. Me. Enter the light and enters a man dressed all in black. It seems the Prince of Snow White