In a world of plastic where turtles are far, far away....
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Book 1: Shifting Realities
Five seconds left. Y/n tapped their fingers anxiously against the sofa arm, vibrant alpha flames radiating throughout their aura. Charli Dorito was doing another one of her infamous TikTok dances, her hips jutting out like a grandma prior to hip surgery.
"The things flat people do," Y/n mumbled, feeling their voluptuous cheeks jiggle atop the sofa cushions. It was not that y/n was twerking; their ass was just so sensitive that even air conditioning commenced a series of violent yoga-pants-clad-cheek ripples. Even alphas have their weaknesses... 🥺🥺
Without noticing, a thin, pringle sat beside Y/n. Charli Dorito.
"Hey Y/n," Charli Dorito sneered.
"Hey flat ass"
Charli Dorito's face went from ghost-white to a ripe tomato. "What did you just call me?"
