Memento Moron - Part III

... Jitters." Tears welled up in her multifaceted eyes. No more snuggling on the couch with him, no more playing Jitters hide and Feloni seek with him, and no more traumatizing Mister Buzzy by French kissing him. Her tiny, beetly id snapped under the strain. "I can't go through with it! I have to run away and go see Jitters now. And I have to sell my soul to ForestFiends. Please save me a big slice ...

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... breath for the sound of it so he found another by the side of the road and with a spit shine it suited him alright alright enough. His old eyes were enough to narrow and squinch at the beetly words that crawled across the tissue paper screen they said was the latest and greatest of this very age. They also ate margarine on their toast with tea and it left a greasy smell on their teeth nothing ...

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Memento Moron - Part III

A discourse upon use.