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Goblet Merryweather was a wayward stalwart with amazing gusto. bitches were hating on her cuz she was thick in the right places amd thinly if only rarely wrong.

The crimson gleam of the polar bears eyes as it stalked it's emperor penguin prey danced against the light of the closest moon. the one with no name.

Goblet put down her hot spoon and spit on the body of some dude who froze to death long ago, winters harsher...