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Sink Beneath The Line

Solstice sun it sank beneath the line and the commoners were... drunken upon the hillside or so the story goes. I guess she followed along so she could... watch their games! Sink beneath the line little girl. Peak above the shrine them commoners were. Harvest moon it peaked above the shrine and the crawlers emerged multitudious! Silly girl she sat upon their doorway just poppin a squat! That's when she... felt the squirms. My underpants! All I know is that she wanted to be part of the crowd. I could've told her she was welcome here, anywhere! But instead she combed the outskirts lookin inside and then she sat upon a bughill. This was when things started to get rough. An army-o-de-pinchers climbed their creepy ways right inside her 5-0-1 cut-offs and her skin took on a hue of a chemical unknown to me thats right! They were biting her beneath the line. She was a sitting on atop their shrine. I wish I could've warned her! "She should've worn underpants! There's bugs crawling everywhere and shit, I can't believe it!"

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