A cap was sent to me. It seemed to be nice. But in use the cap suddenly got filled with alien-sweat quickly condensed and concentrated to broody, ultra-tiny droplets invading my soul and raping my I with permanent consequences. Instead of an I, I hack bin changed to an ⅋.
Trying to get the I back, my hands and mouth sent prayers to Doctor Daughter Duodenum Dionysus Determinator Despair. But with the I raped to a turned ampersand, the Daughter Doctor prayers only seemed to escalate the soul horror. Alien-sweat-micro-druids doubled themselves again and again and again.
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