all the stories
all the stories |
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It's a tragedy in the Y's world : master y. can't stink anymore. Smelling like flowers, the ultimate humiliation, he has no choice but to go see his ancestor for a cure.
A cure that will send him in the fridge with a very strange compagnion...
- 961 - this jasmine fragrance
- 962 - for reproduction and stuff
- 963 - the clean laundry basket
- 964 - death with dignity
- 965 - not that terrible
- 966 - detention log
- 967 - international solidarity
- 968 - a new roommate
- 969 - I'm pack
- 970 - not that hot in here
- 971 - your great stench
- 972 - the sound of freedom
- 973 - someone smell like meadow
- 974 - the patch
- 975 - how are you today...
- 976 - I smell nice !
- 977 - always the same act
- 978 - the hat
- 979 - I eat my patches
- 980 - caustic soda
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