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There are those who are blind, those who are deaf, those who can’t smell, those who have destroyed their taste buds well beyond tasting, but no one ever hears about the minority in those five senses.
“FRED!” Penelope shrieked. “BE CAREFUL THAT CAMERA IS RIDICULOUSLY EXPENSIVE AND IT BELONGS TO MY WORK!”
Penelope was like an ugly crocheted doyley your grandmother gave you. The colours were all wrong, it wasn’t made very well, but you felt a strange pull towards it anyways.
“'What!?' You’re bleeding from… everywhere! How are you still walking?”
Finding this quite hysterical, she giggled softly and then poked his belly button.
“I-I think you deserve more than I can give you. I think we should… I think we should…” he gulped. “I think we should break-up.”
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