kelsey (kelseysjp) wrote in blue_cheese_7,
kelsey
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as the jaberwocky began to sing

The smell of chilled Pine-Sol began to waft through the cracks in the rotting plastic door at his grandmother's house. He was now sure that she was in the other room using his sleepingbag, even though she hadn't called him for permission, which she knew was a prerequisite for eating her famous mozarella while engulfed in the warmth that his camping gear provided. However, whenever she ate tomatoes, he was fine with it. Especially when she was also aided by his bunson burner in the purple tent.
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