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There it was. Billings. I'd never seen such a homely village. It
screamed out to me with a sort of revenge. Something like "Get me out
of this state. Now."
It felt like the ground wanted to rip out and relocate itself to
Missouri or something. I couldn't help but be empathetic towards its
cause. I vowed to assist.
The first thing I did was purchase a dress. I sewed a quilt square onto
the ass. I needed protection, that was for sure.
Anti-Billings-Relocation anal violators would try to have their way with
me, and I knew that if I had to wear a dress, I would need to make it
clear that my ass was off-limits.
More on this later...
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