A Pitchy Occurence
Caitlin paced up and down jiggling her wenis. Her very good friend, Mary Sue Apple, had arranged to meet her here in a tree. "I have something malifluous to tell you," she had said.
Mary Sue Apple was late, which was very unlike her. Any moment now, Caitlin expected to see her bounce up, her corroded hair streaming behind her and
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