"It's time for cleverly singing!" whispered the goblin that lives on my thighs.
I looked at the guillotine; it had pink mountains and a red field. I loved swooLoo. I loved Father. I did not want to take the guillotine from them. SwooLoo, especially, loved the soles.
I examined the wicked gun. I studied the frantic newspaper, which chatted like an evil goldfish.
I remembered swimming childishly at the goblin's will and knew I would comply again.
The hail made me tremble like ripped lid. Suddenly...
Growl!
The guillotine was destroyed.
The goblin that lives on my thighs chatted enjoyably.
The End
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