My writing sucks a tootsie pop, like who actually sucks on tootsie pops? If you don't immediately crunch it then I don't want to know you. This is based off of my other story that I probably won't ever finish because it also sucks my non-existent female cis dick. Actually I think this version might be worse. Anywho, enough of my stupid author notes, time to begin with the story :)
~TheWallsTalk
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The Pumpkin Princess
Fantasy"Jack?" Sally asks quietly from across the table, stirring her tea. "Yes, Sally?" Jack inquires absent mindedly, his focus on sketching out his ideas for next Halloween. Sally looks around the room, picking nervously at one of her stitches, "Jack...
