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001 | (this is so not what she) texted
[ hey, look, it's a picture of a brightly colored phallic fruit from Sorrow's orchard. it's laid out on a cutting board next to a second brightly colored phallic fruit that has been cut into, and clearly chewed up and spit out. next, is a selfie of ashley, her nose wrinkled in disgust. ]
The only room this 'fruit' could possibly be used in is the bedroom!!!
Y U C K
[ and several minutes after the post occurs, out in hadriel, in the ud house, ashley screams in horror. that was not at all what she wrote. someone save her. call ghostbusters! burn the phone! oh god, or maybe just kill her! ]
The only room this 'fruit' could possibly be used in is the bedroom!!!
Y U C K
[ and several minutes after the post occurs, out in hadriel, in the ud house, ashley screams in horror. that was not at all what she wrote. someone save her. call ghostbusters! burn the phone! oh god, or maybe just kill her! ]

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Honestly, though, I think I've seen it all.
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I mean, if that's not prying too much, or anything.
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Um one guy cried the whole time, there was a guy who was really into brushing my hair
oh! there was a woman who wanted me to have sex with her husband while she watch but only if he'd call me her name
[ just a day in the life, really. ]
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Oh ew do you think he kept the hair from the brush? I just put 2 and 2 together
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[ nightmares forever now. that sounds like an obbsessive serial killer tbh ]
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At least I'm here now... I guess...
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[ she's not sure how honest to be, so she decides to just sort of allude to the truth ]
I was responsible for entertaining the President's friends however they saw fit. It wouldn't be my place to refuse or pick a fight.
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Oh. That sounds... That's horrible.
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and no one's going to try that here