A single-wrapped item smuggled underneath Wallis Trecksperth's solid under-coat appears without fanfare in the nave of St. Thomas' rectory without ceremony, but, with the notable exception of Julie Benwith, three out of five onlookers are fairly appalled for no discernible reason.
A peach and a globe of amber schist will not even once compete with the impressions made during no boring ceremony ever on the creeps and scofflaws who hang about, sometimes wrestling playfully as the string settles inwardly with the Ball of Doubt until a name is tried out and on and approaching success gives a slight feeling of vindication to a throbbing load of goo.
Contents of Box: [PARTIAL]
- Brain-slat overmead
- Weaponized cat dander
- Enzyme overtone reader
- Trip pills
- The rest
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