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The Vague Whelk thinks sometimes live here. Some of them are thanked out of a slippery.

Days with a 9 in them?

Do you recognise all dates?

Having never killed a moth knowingly, despite being terrified of them to the point of 4, I would not understand what it is like for someone born on the 9th of something. Nine being the number of the moth, and the number of the violence.

I do not recognise any dates with a nine in them.Which means that the cat Richard will never experience a birthday party. I do not know his feelings on this matter.

Having absolutely never flattened a moth and then buried it to hide the evidence, I would probably be forced to viciously lie if asked to describe the alternating feelings of horror, repulsion, relief, and abject futility in the face of our pre-planned destiny that I imagine one would experience in that situation.

These things usually happen at night (moths being nocturnal creatures; evidence, if any more were required that they are probably insane) so I would probably describe COMPLETE DARKNESS, WET KNEES, and a shuddering sensation.

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