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✮ The Raging Turd ✮

Ceramic coated. Buffed and polished. Curves enough to cut the wind. How she endured him. His ogling of her nakedness. Sitting there. Drooling like a bloodhound. Growling. And if not for the need, she wouldn’t give him the time of the day. His whisky-scented breath with a hint of something dried and dead for a base note regurgitated words out of his throat, as a cat would with a hair ball. He…