Dear thighs,
Sorry. I have no more space on my wrists.
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Short Story[ inspired by twirlingwands' 'pithy' ] SHE WAS SORRY FOR THE INFLICTION DONE TO HER TEMPLE, THOUGH IT WAS NOT HER FAULT.
011. | DEAR THIGHS
Dear thighs,
Sorry. I have no more space on my wrists.