Brenda:
First, I fell out of the cart, then I lose Frank. And now, I'm being hunted by a douche. The gods must be punishing me, don't you see? This is what I get for giving in to my disgusting urges. I'm such a whore.
Teresa:
Sweet bun, I must admit I too sometimes have urges, impure thoughts. We all do.
Brenda:
Oh. Oh good! Okay. Well, that actually makes me feel a little better.
Teresa:
And we must never give in to them.
Brenda:
Oh no. That's the opposite of what I thought you were gonna say.
Teresa:
Oh, yes. The gods are always watching... Even when we cannot see them.
Brenda:
Do you think it's too late for me?
Teresa:
Do not worry, bun. I will get you home.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 07:43