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Gabe walks in the Candy Shop..little does he know..it's more than that..if even that..
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| Hi! I'm not gay, but would you like to try on some clothes? | |
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| Why did he say he wasn't gay? Did I need to know that? Or was that a clue.. | |
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He's scared now and wants to leave..
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| *Lisp* We have all kIInds of clothes..silk..rough..how I like it! Ooh..I slay myself.. | |
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| Ah-Actually, I thought this was a candy store..from..um..all the fruity colors outside... | |
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Finally, he breaks free from the weird gay bald man and runs home to his mother..this story has no plot nor moral..but you read it..
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| No, sweetie..this is a fashion shop! Silly goose..now, what would you like ME to help YOU try on, little man? | |
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| Ya know what? It's gettin' kinda late..I..I'd better get goin'..don't want my mom waitin'..*under breath* fruitcake.. | |
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