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| 07 Sep 2014 07:39 PM |
Tacky furiously scrubbed at her paper with her pencil, sneaking glances over to Blindfold, who was standing in a provocative pose as her model. The loud chorus of RT'ers outside were distracting her from her work, growing steadily louder as more joined the mob.
They yelled, in unison, "rate me!"
The invitation to Caroling's party remained unnoticed on the edge of her desk, slipped beneath the base of the lamp balancing precariously over the wooden ledge. Blindfold, his dog having died recently, remained apathetic.
360z suddenly burst into the room, oddly without any clothes donning his legs. "Has anyone seen my pants?" he yelled.
Zeryle, having left her pet-carrier, proceeded to flip him off and walk away.
The mob destroyed Tacky's house with their incessant cries for attention, and everyone perished.
THE END
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