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the golden sun dipped below the horizon,

  • the golden sun dipped below the horizon, staining the whole sky deep purple. Sally was getting nervous. she was afraid of what happens to girls alone in the big city after dark.

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  • so she did what all girls her age due when they're afraid. Sally called her chubby girlfriend who was always willing to listen to her meandering regurgitated thought processes. Mol

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  • as was her nickname had decided today would be the day she would tell Sally to shut up about her stupid hot girl problems. Just as she opened her moth Sally said, "I want to kill

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  • anyone who comes between us. I want their blood inside of me!" I wasn't really sure what that meant, but this was Sally talking, so I decided to

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  • chalk it up to her appreciation of David Lynch films. She was passionate, I'd give her that. And she knew how to make a great shepherd's pie. A shame, then, that Sally's massive

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  • breasts chose that particular moment to pop out of her too-tight button-up V-neck. Because it would be some time before she was again invited to her parents' social.

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  • To make matters worse, she had sort of a flat chest and was a midget, so she was constantly rejecting Chris Hansen's disturbing social calls. The family reunion meant Linda Hunt

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  • would have to mingle with the family, taking part in the mundane dinner and socializing, yet again. This really wasn't her place, and she longed to be back at in her garden, free

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  • of social mores and responsibilities, gleefully chopping the heads off garden gnomes with shears as she cavorted naked among the cauliflower and O'Keefe-ish pumpkin blossoms, her

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  • bright eyes shining with fever and insanity. Calmer now, she gathered the ripe vegetables and took them inside to construct a healthy but flatulent soup.

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