mother of all real-keepers

me: but i'm boring
spencer: no you're not
spencer: you're always hitting things with your car and waving your arms around

They say that girls are made of sugar and spice and everything nice, but not me, I'm made of death and despair and things to beware. I am the wraith in the night. I am the smoke in the darkness. I am the inevitability that none may escape, hidden in plain sight from those who hunt me. Who am I? I am Nobody.

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