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Little Ms Mommy
Little Ms. Mommy broke her tuffet. You know, that white porcelain thingy. She sat down too hard and you can believe, that it broke every seam, completely. Now snickers started about and around the house, but that’s OK… you see. It had a crack she did claim, or so she exclaimed, or maybe two more or three. But then again, the rumors traveled around, originating from the hardware store. Then someone keeled over, he laughed so hard, and brought it to the news at four. It’s one of those days, Ms. Mommy said, as she got her 15 minutes of fame. But that’s OK; she was presented with a free, and ultra modern bidet, to claim. Now this one will last forever and a day, since the buttons confuse her, so much. And water can be a frightening thing, when you don’t expect it jetting, as such. Now it became an amazing thing, as she built a private and heated, outhouse. Anything, to get away, from the annoying thing, devouring her mind and house. She’d never admit, how distraught she is, for fear, all the more, they would laugh. The irony is, she’s happy again, as she blazes a path to her own little illustrious... Outhouse….
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