Wednesday, January 13, 2016


Betty Flavor, the intern with the happy syringe, made her way out of the third story window and quickly to the ground, where she suffered several broken bones and a punctured lung. Louise, a nearby dog, was not impressed, and continued to lick itself with a detached enthusiasm it had learned from watching a lot of television. Rachel, a certified lunatic, screamed.

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