Blog: My Pet Tentacle Monster





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ojiisanholic: facingthewaves: “I want to speak to a manager,” the middle-aged woman said in her stern I-used-to-be-a-soccer-mom-ten-years-ago voice, looking down at me over the top of her Gucci reading glasses. A wicked grin split across my face