Average Rating 0.00 (0 votes) You must login to vote pell-mell they jabbed me with their little sticks. i fell over, hit the bricks. pell-mell they jabbed me with their little sticks. i was unconscious for a bit. and now i was a daffodil, a bulbous plant, with showy yellow flowers. and then, as if in a dream, i was a wild boar, a feral pig, though small i suckled handsomely, my maw crushed like velvet and, having done, i then fell quiet, took a silent oath no more, i thought, no more ------ J

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