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March 21, 2010

Thule himself would have to admit that Svetlana was pressed awfully close to him, considering that they’d known each other less than ten minutes, inquired Fern.

posted by Deron Bauman in internet, language | * | 3 comments

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Sheila Ryan on March 21st, 2010 at 9:19 am

Fate had saddled Fern with a heap of burdens. Not only did she bear a distinctly un-heroic name (Thule! Svetlana!), but she had a way of posing inquiries that were not really . . . inquiries.
Deron Bauman on March 21st, 2010 at 9:24 am

bitch.
Daryl Scroggins on March 21st, 2010 at 10:07 am

Fern’s mind is a dump.

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