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CUPCAKE TIEM memePsmith walked, soundlessly but without purposeful surreptition, into the other garret flat of #27 Butcher Street, where he knew there to be cupcakes. Hostess cupcakes, specifically. He would not admit to having developed a liking for them, as they seemed a bit too proletariat for his tastes (he would also not admit to
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