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RE: The Shoes That Take Possession: It Wasn't Me, The Heels Did It
Oooh bright pink Candies. Those sound exciting. I can only imagine what being possessed by those would do.
The stench of poop just has a way of saturating the mind so well that it seeps into the thoughts even when keeping a five miles, across a bridge, into a fancy resort sort of distance.
Hot tamale. I love your vocabulary :)