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...he covered his nose, as it was the sensible thing to do. And then, all of a sudden and without warning, the easily irked, tired, and overly pedantic mistress of language and part time grammar nazi (as well as Uma Thurman impersonator) dropped in to make it known that it's spelled "stories" and not "story's" and that if the matter was not rectified, she would make a pie out of the little pumpkin boy and bake anyone who perpetuated this overt breach of syntax into said pie, much like the way Peter the Great baked midgets into pies in the keggers he had back in the day. Sated for now, she wandered off in search of chocolate, or alcohol, or perhaps chocolate alcohol, when...
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