Here's the stuff we found when you searched for "It was also home to Canada's most infamous serial killers. Their house was torn down and St. Catharines tries to ignore the story"

• The House on the Island Where She Was Born
• There once was a man from St. Paul
• Most adults forget what it was like to be a child once they hit a certain age
• I tried to arrange my life in paragraphs, unaware that I was a haiku
• This was their finest hour
• where was your heart when we needed it most?
• It wasn't so much a trip down memory lane as it was me carjacking someone's memorymobile and speeding off down the freeway, but I digress.
• I stared into the muddled sky with tears running down my face in small rivers, and I knew then that there was no hope
• The reason Shiite imam was based on the house of Hussein and not the house of Hassan
• I think I was watching the most beautiful thing I have ever seen
• There was this one great night at Alice's house,
• I'm sorry I was speeding, officer, but I really have to get to the hospital
• this is unlike the story it was written to be
• The Story of the Vizier Who Was Punished
• As I Was Going to St Ives
• Wish I Was in Heaven Sitting Down
• Where was that stooped and mealy-coloured old man I used to call poppa when the merry-go-round broke down?
• I was once young and had a home
• It was late when he came home; it woke you up
• Where was that stooped and mealy-colored old man I used to call poppa when the merry-go-round broke down?
• She didn't write like Emily Dickinson, but she did live in a house overlooking a cemetery, and I guess he thought that was important.
• She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
• Like most of my dreams, that one was licensed for commercial use
• Trompe
• Somebody told me a story. It was pretty but boring. It was Saturday night, my stories usually end up that way.
• The Story of the Envious Man and of Him Who Was Envied
• This is the story of how I was killed in Peru
• I am sorry but when you were talking I was admiring the shape of your lips and evaluating their kissability
• She was feminine in the most displaced sense I had ever seen, a known quality refracted through stained glass windows.
• Zen Story: Four monks settling down to meditate
• My soul is in a million pieces. I tried to collect most of them, but some are missing, and the ones I have don't fit together anymore. Feel free to take a piece or two.
• How to turn a kraken house into a kraken home
• Was Jesus resurrected as the Easter Bunny?
• I was once stranded on a dessert island
• Bringing Down the House
• The Walrus was Paul
• everyone is the hero of their own story
• The house down the road
• When I was your age
• No important data was harmed by the ILOVEYOU worm
• Cybersex before it was cool
• The Serial Killer Jailbait Airline Lotto
• Down House
• More of The Story of Two Sisters Who Were Jealous of Their Younger Sister
• Why I was convinced I would die young
• Was (Not Was)
• A House Is Not A Home
• That time I was almost killed by scary cult children
• The day I realized what being alive was
• It was hormones, it was hormones, but it was valid
• Upon my indulgence, I was dissatisfied
• When that cow would walk it was like she was dancing
• You knew I was a rattlesnake when you picked me up
• I was discovered by scientists, what will they call me?
• Burning Down the House
• Terminating a pregnancy due to Down Syndrome
• Stories from the Home (category)
• The in medias res serial killer plotline
• The hostages wrote thank you cards to their captors when they got home.
• down under stars coming up, we are home again
• Music was better in the old days
• my only pin-up was Pelé
• wa
• Stories I Have Tried to Write
• sit down, you're rocking the house
• There was once a Man
• 'T was
• Fast-talking career gal who thought she was one of the boys
• Where were you when Kennedy was shot?
• Theories as to what was inside the briefcase in Pulp Fiction
• Man was created in God's image
• Back when grunge was still cool
• I was going to marry Marty
• If the King's English was good enough for Jesus
• I wonder when I learned to smile when I was being hurt
• I was aghast, yet intrigued
• I Hear it was Charged Against Me
• Nobody cares if it was originally a nodeshell
• E2 is unfriendly to new noders (and also is a secret plot to drain their blood to support the aged)
• That was a joke, son.
• What story down there awaits its end?
• May the wine be sweet. May the stories be heard. May the future bring me home.
• How to turn a crack house into a crack home
• Dwayne Two Houses Down
• Walking by houses that briefly turn into homes
• Henry: Portrait of a Serial Killer
• Order of St Michael and St George
• Female serial killers
• Each one has their own story
• The Most Horrifying True Story I’ve Ever Heard
• try to memorize this moment so that years from now I can tell the story of it
• This wasn't how it was supposed to be
• was
• the seven hills of Rome
• Here lies one whose name was writ in water
• Able was I, ere I saw Elba
• Never argue with an idiot. They bring you down to their level and beat you with experience.
• And the sky was made of amethysts
• I was a young boy that had big plans
• How Candide Was Obliged to Leave the Fair Cunegund and the Old Woman
• It was you, Atthis
• The world was designed for giant squid
• Was not cleanly unmounted, check forced
• Just how perfect was Jesus?
• If Dr. Seuss Were a Tech Writer
• God was created in man's image
• It wasn't like I was sleeping anyway
• hodgepodge was just a one-night stand, apparently
• This product was tested on cute, furry animals with big, sad eyes
• Was I nearly as anti-consumerism as I had initially thought?
• Marilyn Monroe was a size 16
• It was not a dream
• Dawn was a lucky time to give birth
• I was once stranded on a desert island
• I was searching glass
• There was a young lady of Riga
• I Kissed "Weird Al" Yankovic and All I Got Was This Lousy T-shirt
• Calvin Coolidge was the 30th President
• "He was a terrible man," she sobbed, between bites of alimony
• I was looking for you
• It was all God's fault
• The Down Home
• On the third night the castle burned down, leaving everyone to walk home in the dark
• Tearing down the pump house
• burn down the house, see the moon
• Do you remember watching hosewater down a driveway back home?
• Don't try this at home
• The songs that break you down and the stories that they tell
• Down Home Blues
• How to Build a House or Destroy a Home
• How can I talk about love when the bacon is burned and the house is an absolute mess and the children are screaming their heads off and I'm going to miss my bus?
• serial killers
• Suppose I try to tell you the secrets of this house, and them that live here
• Cockatoos eating you out of house and home?
• Dean Corll
• A Portrait of a Serial Killer as a Young Man
• Green River Killer: A True Detective Story
• I Am Not a Serial Killer
• serial killer
• Home most days is a 7' x 9' box
• The Most Horrifying True Story Zeph Ever Heard
• The Story of Two Sisters Who Were Jealous of Their Younger Sister
• The Story of Cathbad, Nessa and their son Conchobar
• it seems to me as though most actors spend their entire lives not accomplishing anything
• Why do male musical groups try to look threatening on their album covers?
• Supporting your views on modern social dynamics by citing anthropology
• They try to be quiet but you know they are there with their weird coppery breath.
• What would aliens think of us if Everything was all they had?
• Everyone tells their own story with them as the star
• The Most Difficult Part of the Story: Beginning, Middle or End?
• Kilroy was here
• No shit, there I was
• Vancouver, Washington
• Why was Cthulhu blue?
• I was expecting it to hurt like a fuck
• What I wrote when I was missing David
• Criminal Code of Canada - Part VII Disorderly Houses, Gaming and Betting
• Climbing cherry trees when I was younger
• A poem I wrote when I was 5
• "Oskee wee wee! Oskee wa wa!"
• It was not a weather balloon at Roswell
• Descartes was wrong
• St. Catharines
• It was a dark and stormy night
• I was once a victim of Catholic schooling
• This was unexpected, my soul's connection to you
• How Candide Was Brought Up in a Magnificent Castle and How He Was Driven Thence
• The cactus that told me my mom was asleep

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