“Unfaithful lover long since dead. Deep asleep in thy wormy bed. Wiggle thy toes, open thine eyes, twist thy fingers toward the sky. Life is sweet, be not shy. On thy feet. So sayeth I!”
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“Winnie: Why was I cursed with such idiots sisters? Sarah: Just lucky I guess.”
“I smell children!”
“I suggest we form a calming circle.”
“Oh, look. Another glorious morning. Makes me sick!”