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pink teapot is angry with her

Blue-haired faerie Frisky had fallen into a land of weird. An angry teapot was the one giant thing she feared. He was irritated that the dress she wore, washed in Tide Was the same exact color as his paint on the outside He yelled at her unmercifully, wanting her to take it off But she had no other clothes, so she merely scampered off. His voice followed her all around the place, as did his magic cat. She was thrilled when she finally woke up on her own bed mat.

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