i think you might be the mother of my child. your name, wiggly, seems to be the name of my late lover who i stuffed in my freezer before making love to the cold body. i hoped you would once defrost and join me in the steamy waters of the congo. but, the i discovered you had been playing with a different kind of steam and im disappointed. maybe i shouldn't have sewn your stomach back up after stealing the embryo. maybe it wasn't wise. you were better bleeding out, the blood turning to a popsicle. mmmm. when you're ready to see me again, i'll be at 54 Cahercalla Heights. see you my one true beacon of sexual gratitude.

xoxox

Sir Leonard Leafy Leaf the 47th

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