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Nov 26
I hadn't heard of such goings-on before attending my first
crayon-eating party. The hostess was passing out crayons.

"Have a crayon," she said, offering
to me a crayon from a tray.

"What do they taste like?" I asked.

"Are you some kind of ******* ******?"
She demanded to know.
𝘚𝘶𝘻𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 ᴮᵉʳˡⁱⁿˢᵏʸ
Written by
𝘚𝘶𝘻𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 ᴮᵉʳˡⁱⁿˢᵏʸ  Simpang Bedok, Singapore
(Simpang Bedok, Singapore)   
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