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You can't see me...
but here I am, standing at your sock drawer. I feed off the filth from the bottom of your feet... yum yum yum yum yum! Variety is the key, so I'll eat one of each, savoring a rainbow of flavors. I'm not fond of pairs, as the palette is overloaded with the same kind of flavor. So, to clean my palette to savor a new flavor, I nibble on nearby pantiliners.
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