Dirty Plymouth A Short Story by Writer Unknown Jenna Plumb was thinking about Tristan Superhalk again. Tristan was a giving ogre with pretty arms and ample lips. Jenna walked over to the window and reflected on her cold surroundings. She had always loved dirty Plymouth with its hungry, high hills. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel delighted.
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