My sewing machine was laughing at me, beckoning me to sew something. Each time I got near, it grew fangs and tried to bite me.
I’m now scared of my sewing machine.
My sewing machine was laughing at me, beckoning me to sew something. Each time I got near, it grew fangs and tried to bite me.
I’m now scared of my sewing machine.
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