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A Sunset Suicide Main Band One: Scarlette Stix

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A Sunset Suicide Main Band One: Scarlette Stix

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Published: Apr 12, 2013

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I know scarlet and sticks are misspelled but that's how the band spells it.
In the beginning of the story (Once I post it) they're looking for a drummer since they had to fire their old one.

Oh, and Sin is Romeo.