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by Vyola |
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| Am greatly disturbed. Squeaky Girl
is not obsessed with Master as supposed. (And why not?
Master is splendidly obsession-worthy!) No, she has
freaky Single White Female obsession with *me*. She wants
to *be* me. She lurks in my lurking spots. Fondles the Ty Nant bottle I carelessly overlooked beneath the pool table. Rearranges my Chupa arrangements. Grabs tray right out of my hands and tries to serve Master and The Boobed One (dropped drinks right on the harpy -- go, Freaky Squeaky SWF Girl!) I see her plan. She thinks she will take my place. Ha! As if. Must remember to
hide all of Squeaky Girl's stiletto heels before bedtime. |
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