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I Made a Monster Out of Clay

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My title is Mortimer Lipschitz. I do know the title itself suggests in any other case, however I shit you not. That’s actually my title. I used to want it wasn’t. On all that’s holy, I wanted it wasn’t. However I suppose that the title was by no means actually the issue. The title was simply the icing on a gluten-free cake with dangerous lungs and a high-pitched, lisping voice, whined out from a face that, I’ve been informed, many occasions, makes you wish to punch it on sight and break these silly glasses.

“Grasp in there Shits! These balls will drop one among lately, and then you definitely’ll drive all the ladies wild!” I attempted to inform myself that there’s some fact to this. I’d have my time, sometime, so allow them to have theirs now.

However there’s not a lot you possibly can say to reassure your self when Brad Jenkins has your Star Wars lingerie hiked up previous your stomach button and everyone seems to be laughing at you. That’s arduous to come back again from. And for those who go crying to a instructor, it’s twice as dangerous the subsequent time, and there’s all the time a subsequent time while you’re in highschool and your title is Mortimer Lipschitz and did I point out that I’ve an infinite birthmark splashed out throughout my face, like an island on a map that no person needs to go to? My mom all the time mentioned it makes me distinctive and delightful; Brad all the time mentioned it makes my face seem like a literal asshole, and so it is sensible that I’m known as Lip Shits.

Is it any surprise then that once I first learn the story of Rabbi Eliyahu, who efficiently created a creature out of clay to do his bidding for him, I began to get concepts of my very own? I’ll say this from the beginning: I by no means meant to harm anybody. Although on reflection, I ought to have been conscious that individuals getting harm can be the most probably final result of this.

* * * * * *

I purchased the clay in $20 intervals every week. That was my allowance, and it purchased me ten kilos off Amazon.

“Morty, what’s the cope with the clay?” my father requested at some point. He had no qualms about opening packages addressed to me. It was his home, and he had a proper to know what was happening in it.

“I’m constructing fashions of Star Wars ships because you by no means purchase me the Lego ones once I ask.”

“It’s good to be thrifty,” admitted my father, “however silly to take pleasure in fantasy. Area wizards received’t provide help to in actual life, Morty. Studying helpful abilities will.” All the time truthful and sensible, he added: “Although maybe you possibly can parlay all of this taking part in with clay into one thing helpful at a later date. There is no such thing as a disgrace in being a potter, as potters are wanted no much less on this world than medical doctors. Every performs his half, and so the world works.”

I began with the breasts. If I used to be going to craft a companion for myself, I figured I would as properly swing for the fences (which, by the way in which, I by no means made it previous tee-ball.) To place it plainly, along with feeling extraordinarily lonely and helpless on the earth, I used to be attractive. So sue me.

I rapidly discovered that I had no innate potential as a sculptor. The breasts had been misshapen, and one was a lot bigger than the opposite. Nonetheless, they did the trick.

Week by week, I added what components the blocks of clay afforded me. An arm right here, an arm there, each of them screwy and out of proportion, however arms however. Every night time, I put my creation within the closet, tucked away behind my button-up shirts. The subsequent day, I might go to highschool to the same old cruel bullying, dreaming of a day once I might carry my good friend to life.

I suppose that I by no means truly believed that I might carry her life. However even in her partially shaped, decidedly lifeless state, she helped me. I pretended that she was alive, and my good friend… my lover. “These guys are silly,” she’d say, her lumpy hand on my lap. “In 10 years, you’ll be CEO of a software program firm, and so they’ll be pumping gasoline on the Irving. Now unzip your pants, my love.”

It helped. Brad nonetheless gave me swirlies on a near-daily foundation, together with melvins and noogies, and everybody nonetheless laughed at me throughout the day… however once I obtained house, I had Shamira, my guardian. For although we did issues collectively, she was before everything my protector towards the world, and that’s what the title Shamira means. I suppose even the opposite factor was part of that safety… burying myself within the mushy folds of her flesh, the place no person might harm me.

After many weeks of labor, Shamira got here to be full. Standing again her, there was no denying that I had achieved a really terrible job. A 3-year-old youngster might have drawn a extra convincing human physique than I’d customary out of clay. Nevertheless it didn’t matter. I had a good friend.

Within the lore, you’re presupposed to etch a phrase into your golem, and say the suitable prayer in Hebrew. I straightened out a paperclip, and wrote “FRIEND” on Shamira’s shoulder, and repeated the prayer from a e book. Then I stood again and watched. I knew, in my thoughts, that nothing would occur, however nonetheless my coronary heart hoped.

Shamira didn’t transfer. After all, she didn’t, you fool, I reprimanded myself. I sat looking at her in dejected silence for a very long time. I couldn’t even carry myself to faux that night time. All I might take into consideration was what a depressing, determined loser I used to be, and all the time can be. There can be no future for me. The world belonged to Brad now, and it all the time would.

Lastly, I used to be dragged out of my deep trance of self-pity by my father banging at my door. “Time for mattress, Morty. Get these enamel brushed. What, you wish to pay seven thousand {dollars} for a dentist to yank your molars out painfully since you couldn’t be bothered to do that easy job?”

I obtained up, sighed, and shoved my shameful and pathetic creation into the closet. Tomorrow, I’ll tear it aside right into a thousand shapeless lumps of clay. Then throw all of it within the trash the place it belongs.

* * * * * *

The subsequent morning, I awoke to search out Shamira in mattress subsequent to me.

What within the precise fuck? I puzzled. Should have gone sleepwalking once more. Sleepwalking was one among my many night time time issues. I nonetheless, at 15 years outdated, pissed myself once in a while in the midst of the night time.

I groaned at how depressing I used to be. My unconscious wouldn’t let the fantasy go. I had gotten up in the midst of the night time and dragged that factor into mattress with me.

Then I felt one thing transfer, underneath the covers. One thing was wrapping itself round my most non-public of components. I seemed, wide-eyed, at Shamira’s Picaso-esque face. It appeared to be donning a large grin. I do know I used to be.

* * * * * *

Shamira was alive. There was little doubt about that. Although there was some doubt. Maybe I had lastly damaged utterly with actuality, the brilliant line between truth and fantasy having been eroded into mud by the crushing weight and grind of my desperation. Properly, if that was the case, I used to be alright with that too.

My father was banging on the door once more. “Time to get shifting, Morty! Shake off your desires and are available meet the day.”

I collected myself. “I’ll be proper alongside, father!” Then I turned to Shamira. “It’s essential keep within the closet,” I whispered. “I’ve to get to highschool now, however I’ll see you this afternoon. Do you perceive?”

Shamira nodded, and swung a leg out from underneath the covers. She stood up, shifting in unnatural matches and begins, wobbling, tottering, lumbering. I couldn’t consider it. She was truly shifting, of her personal accord. She put her hand on the closet knob and threw the door open, practically taking it off the hinges. Then she stepped in and slammed the door behind her.

“What’s with that horrendous noise, Morty?” my father known as.

“Sorry, father! Simply dropped one among my faculty books!”

“Watch out with these! They comprise priceless information!”

I went about my morning routine in a giddy daze. It labored. She’s actual. I’ve a good friend.

My mom dropped me off in school. It was the final day earlier than the vacation breaks, and it turned out to be completely depressing. First, as a result of I longed, painfully, to be in my room, with Shamira. And second, as a result of Brad and his buddies sensed some measurement of happiness stirring inside my soul, and so dished out the punishment twice as sizzling as regular. They’d been making overtures all day after which, as I used to be strolling to the cafeteria for lunch, they went for the kill.

Earlier than I might course of what was taking place, I used to be yanked into the boys’ toilet. Paul and Mack, two of Brad’s thuggish buddies, held me by the arms as Brad seemed me over. “What’s it with you at present, Lip Shit? You’ve had this shit-eating grin in your lips all day. You haven’t been consuming shit once more, have you ever, Mortimer? Have you ever been consuming shit once more? Reply me.”

A little bit of boldness came to visit me, although, on reflection, I ought to have squashed it instantly. “No,” I mentioned. “I obtained a girlfriend, that’s all.”

Brad laughed. “Bullshit. Perhaps somewhat boyfriend? I might see that. Is that what you meant, Lip Shit? Discovered somewhat boyfriend so you might eat the shit out of his asshole?”

Two and a half extra hours. Then I’ll be with Shamira. “Okay, Brad. Certain.”

Brad laughed once more; a vicious chortle, devoid of something resembling good humor. “You guys hear this? Lip shit right here loves smearing shit from his boyfriend’s asshole throughout his lips.”

“That’s fucking disgusting,” mentioned Paul.

“Gross little freak,” mentioned Mack. They each squeezed my arms somewhat tighter.

Why don’t they simply go away me alone in the event that they don’t like me? I puzzled.

“Now, now,” mentioned Brad. “It is a judgment-free zone. It’s a protected house. If Mortimer right here needs to eat shit, we should always respect that. I believe you boys owe Shit Lips right here an apology.”

“Sorry Shit Lips,” mentioned Paul. “If you wish to eat shit, that’s your life-style alternative and it’s not my place to guage you for that.”

“I apologize,” mentioned Mack. They squeezed me somewhat tighter. It harm.

Don’t cry. It can solely encourage them.

“An apology is okay,” mentioned Brad, “but when you consider it, it’s simply phrases. What good are phrases?”

“Hadn’t thought of it like that,” mentioned Paul.

“Guess phrases aren’t price a lot in spite of everything, now that you just point out it,” mentioned Mack.

Two and a half hours.

“Because it so occurs,” mentioned Brad, “I want to give you a present, Mortimer, to make up for the crassness of my associates right here. An actual, strong present.”

“That’s an incredible concept,” mentioned Paul.

“Nothing beats a present,” mentioned Mack. “An actual, strong present.”

“Have you learnt what it’s, Shit Lips?” requested Brad.

I shook my head. I needed to go away, so badly. Perhaps I might, after this incident. I’d pretend a abdomen ache and have my mom come decide me up. It wouldn’t be the primary time.

“There, in that stall,” mentioned Brad, pointing behind me, “there’s a recent turd. Coach has me on a excessive fiber weight-reduction plan, so it’s a great one, I guarantee you. So… go forward and eat it. It’s all yours. Since you like consuming shit a lot. I saved it for you.”

It took a second for Brad’s phrases to totally hit the processing heart of my mind. No. They’re not going to actually make you eat a turd. They’re simply attempting to scare you. And if that was their intention, it was working. “Please…” I muttered.

Brad smiled. “I already mentioned you might have it. You don’t need to beg.”

“I don’t wish to. Please don’t make me do it. I’m sorry. No matter I’ve achieved, I’m sorry.”

“Sort of disrespectful to refuse my present,” mentioned Brad, frowning now. “Is there one thing unsuitable with my shit?”

I spotted that there was no means out. They had been going to do with me as they happy. I by no means had an opportunity. Then I did begin sobbing, my asthmatic lungs constricting and making my breath are available in jagged gasps. “Please don’t make me do it.”

Brad reached over and took off my glasses. I noticed the blur of him reaching his fist again and slamming it into my nostril. I heard a horrible crunch as ache unfold out throughout my face, and inside my head. “Subsequent time,” he mentioned, “the glasses keep on.” He put them again on me, and I noticed him clearly then, alive with a burning, unstoppable cruelty.

“O–okay. I’ll do it.”

“That’s a great boy. Only one chew, actually, is the well mannered factor to do. Let me know that my present has some worth to you.”

Paul and Mack spun me round and shoved me into the stall, after which there I used to be, head to head with Brad’s stinking turd. It was monumental, coiled up like a snake, with bits of it dissolving into the bathroom water. My head was swimming in ache and concern and my coronary heart was thudding in my ears. I didn’t wish to do that. However I noticed little alternative within the matter. There was no escaping it.

I reached into the bathroom and grabbed the turd, feeling it squish between my fingers. That was all it took. I let forth a torrent of vomit, all down my arm and into the bowl. Behind me, I might barely hear the three hyenas delighting in my pure distress; might barely hear them over the buzzing in my head.

“Oh God, he was gonna do it!” one among them mentioned, in between a match of laughter.

“He was truly gonna eat a bit of shit!”

Then I heard them strolling away, out of the toilet. I stood there within the stall, my arm coated in shit and puke, my face dripping with tears and blood, on their own. The lunch bell rang for the second time, indicating that the lunch interval was over and achieved with, simply as I completed cleansing up. That was simply as properly. I had misplaced my urge for food.

* * * * * *

I went straight from the toilet to the Nurse Henley’s workplace. There was little have to placed on an Oscar-worthy efficiency; I had seen my reflection within the toilet mirror, and I seemed like an deserted orphan tossed at Demise’s entrance door. I felt that means, too. Even the promise of returning to my room and being with Shamira held little pleasure. All pleasure, in actual fact, had been overwhelmed out of me, and I used to be humiliated. I had achieved nothing unsuitable that I might perceive, apart from having the audacity to be Mortimer Lipschitz.

The nurse hung up the cellphone and shook her head. “No one’s answering. Is there one other quantity we will strive?”

I thought of having her name my father. I might by no means hear the tip of it, nor would my mom. It’s not that my father was abusive*.* He simply had very, very particular and unyielding concepts about how life needs to be carried out, and calling a person away from vital enterprise as a result of you could have somewhat tummy ache was one thing that you just didn’t do. He would lecture me, on and on, and start to put additional scrutiny on me. He would search totally for dangerous influences in my life, and nearly definitely discover out about Shamira. As dangerous as I felt in that second, calling my father would offer little aid, and would solely serve to make issues worse.

I shook my head. “Let’s strive once more in a few minutes. Is it okay if I keep right here whereas I wait?”

“After all, expensive,” mentioned Nurse Henley. “You look due for some relaxation. I’ve some paperwork to file with the entrance workplace. You simply sit right here after which once I come again, we will strive once more.”

I sat and seemed out the window on the wretched world. They had been having health club class exterior at present… dodgeball. I used to be glad I wasn’t there. I noticed Brad palm one of many rubber balls, elevate his arm up excessive, and completely wing the factor at Henry Gladwell. Henry, like me, was a weakling. He toppled over onto his ass and sat there with a shocked look on his face.

I sighed and seemed down at my sneakers.

Then again exterior.

Off within the distance, past the athletic subject, I noticed some motion. One thing was coming. It moved in matches and begins, typically stopping after which seeming by some means to develop bigger because it stood there. I blinked my eyes arduous and shook my head. The blow from Brad will need to have rattled me even worse than I believed.

The factor was nonetheless there, getting nearer, and rising bigger. It was purple. It was…

No. Can’t be.

Is it?

It was shut sufficient now that there was no mistaking it. One monumental, lopsided breast, bounced greater than the opposite, which was fairly a bit smaller. It was Shamira. And as she obtained nearer, I noticed what she was doing. She was reaching down and pulling up a handful of earth, then slapping it on her physique. Her physique absorbed it, including to its mass, making my good friend develop bigger and bigger.

Henry noticed her first. He was sitting on the bench when he reached out an arm to level and began shouting one thing. One after the other, heads turned in Shamira’s path after which, when the eyes conveyed the message to the mind, prolonged horizontally in slack-jawed amazement. No one had ever seen something prefer it. What was it?

Shamira was, by then, twice as tall because the health club instructor, who was blowing his whistle and pointing on the aspect door to the college. He was yelling. “Inside!” I might hear it by the window. “All people get inside!”

The gang didn’t want all that a lot convincing. I witnessed feats of athleticism that the health club instructor wouldn’t have been capable of coax out of these college students in 100 years. Individuals had been sprinting, elbowing one another, leaping over one another, shifting with a single-minded function: to get away from the factor that, even now, was taking a scoop out of the 50-yard line and patting these spoils to the aspect of its monstrous head, making it larger and much more monstrous.

Shamira, I believed. Are you able to hear me?

Sure, good friend. I hear.

Please don’t harm anyone.

They harm you. Buddy.

Shamira took an enormous step ahead, going from the 50 to the 40-yard line in a single stride. Mack was standing in the long run zone, transfixed. His buddies had been pulling at his arms, attempting to get him to maneuver, however he appeared to be in a state of shock. Lastly, they gave up on him and ran with all of their would possibly.

They did. However that doesn’t imply that we should always harm them now. Nothing is gained by perpetuating the cycle of violence. Depart them be. I’ll meet you at house.

They harm you. Buddy.

Lastly, Mack’s mind appeared to awaken, and he made a determined transfer to run. It was far too late. Shamira stood towering over him, and even after he had made it just a few yards away, all she needed to do was sweep her arm out, which she did. The affect of the again of her hand upon Mack’s physique despatched him catapulting by the air, like a wayward dodgeball.

Cease, Shamira. Please.

They harm you.

Shamira pivoted her physique to face Mack’s. He was mendacity on the bottom, rocking forwards and backwards in ache. She reached out and plucked him up in a single hand.


She lifted him up into the air in order that his small, terrified eyes had been degree along with her big, enraged eyes. Then she tightened her grip.

No. Cease. I’m begging you. Commanding you.

They harm you.

The unrestricted components of Mack’s physique started thrashing violently round… in a useless try at escape, or in an expression of agony, I don’t know. Most certainly each.

Subsequent door, within the entrance workplace, there was an explosion of panicked shouting. The scholars had been pouring within the aspect door, screaming in terror.

Exterior, Mack didn’t thrash round for very lengthy, and when he stopped, it was clear that he would by no means thrash once more. Shamira dropped his corpse to the bottom, a flood of intestines dashing out of his ruptured abdomen.

Shamira bent down, scooped up an infinite handful of earth, and packed it onto her physique. She repeated this motion, in a position so as to add on extra mass to her physique the bigger she grew, in order that she grew exponentially.

The principal’s voice boomed out over the audio system. “If I’ll have your consideration: All college students and school are to stay inside the college constructing, within the most secure place that you could find. I… simply disguise underneath a desk if you could find one. This isn’t a drill. We’ve got an… we’re within the midst of an energetic state of affairs. The police have been notified, and are en route. Every part… we’re going to be okay. Please simply don’t go exterior. Should you pray, then pray.”

Shamira slammed her fist by the aspect of the constructing. A second later, she was pulling Paul out. He was pinched between her big fingers. She held him aloft, after which reached inside the college once more along with her unoccupied hand to tug out Brad. My tormentors’ faces seemed, for the primary time, like mine often seemed: weak and terrified.

I stood up and ran by the entrance workplace, by the headless pandemonium, and out the opening within the aspect of the constructing. Shamira seemed down at me.

“Cease this!” I shouted. “Allow them to go! You’ve frightened them. Let that be sufficient.”


She flicked one among her free fingers and Paul’s head went crusing by the air, all the way in which throughout the soccer subject, and thru the goalpost on the opposite aspect. The remainder of Paul was dropped unceremoniously and splattered aside on affect with the bottom, flecking me with blood and bits of gore.


I ought to have recognized. I ought to have recognized from the legends. All of them finish the identical means. All of them… after which I had the reply. I ran over to Shamira’s foot and started clawing my means up her leg. She didn’t discover, so far as I might inform; she had forgotten all about me, and was now a being of senseless destruction. After I tried to speak along with her in my thoughts, there was solely a harsh static.


I scurried up her aspect, previous that particular fold that I knew so properly. It was now as giant as my total physique. I stored climbing, past exhausted from the trouble. I seemed up, past the dual mountains that served as her breasts, to see her elevate Brad to her mouth. She bit him in half, swallowing the underside half, and setting the highest half down, very gently, on the sphere.

Brad was nonetheless alive, jagged strings of organs spurting blood and different fluids out of his torn torso. He was screaming so loudly that it harm my ears. I stored climbing, greedy onto a nipple and hauling myself up.

Please don’t kill me, I believed.

Shamira punched one other opening into the college, this time on the second flooring. Standing perched on her shoulder, I used to be wanting proper in on Mr. Peterson’s AP English class: two dozen shocked and terrified faces, looking at one thing that defied rational thought.

I clambered down Shamira’s shoulder a bit till I reached it. I dug my fingernails in with all of my power, furiously, tearing away at first the “F” after which the “R” and, lastly, the “I,” sending handfuls of clay flying by the sky.

Then it was over. “END”. Shamira went instantly slack, and started collapsing on herself. I scrambled in a senseless frenzy of terror to remain on her highest level as she fell, understanding that if I landed within the unsuitable place, that may be it… the tip for me as properly.

I hit the bottom and all the things went black.

* * * * * *

I awoke within the hospital with my father sitting by my bedside.

“You created a golem,” he mentioned.

“Sure. I did.” I lifted my head painfully. “The place is mom? Is she… is she okay?”

“Your mom is okay. The golem locked her within the basement, however she was unhurt. The identical can’t be mentioned for a few of your classmates.” My father coughed. “No one is aware of that it was you. No one is aware of what occurred, frankly. There’s discuss that anyone spiked the college water provide with a hallucinogen. That everyone went briefly mad, and that the entire affair should be stored underneath wraps till a correct trigger might be discovered. A perpetrator. Someone guilty.”

My father sat silent for a second, rubbing his coarse black beard with one hand. “The reality is vital, son. So inform me. Why did you do it? Was it for energy? An expression of rage? Merely out of an excessive amount of idleness, maybe?”

I propped myself up on an elbow, whereas the machines beeped throughout me. “I simply needed a good friend.” I bit my lip, attempting to combat again the tears. It didn’t work.

“Buddy,” my father repeated, clearly weighing the phrase over in his thoughts. “Sure. Sure, I suppose {that a} good friend is a fantastic factor to have. These boys that died… they weren’t your folks, had been they?”


“Did you need them useless? Be truthful.”

“No. I attempted to cease Sh… the golem. I didn’t need her… it, to kill them.”

“Be truthful, son.”

I closed my eyes and searched my thoughts. Had I needed Brad and his buddies to die? “Perhaps there was a passing second,” I mentioned slowly, “once I wished that they weren’t right here anymore. Once they had been attempting to get me to eat shit.”

I heard my father cough. “Do you imply that actually, son? They tried to make you eat shit?”

I opened my eyes. “Sure. A literal turd.”

“Hmmm,” mentioned my father. He fell again into stroking his beard. He began clicking his tongue towards the roof of his mouth. Between that, and the beeping of the hospital gear, there was an odd rhythm in that room. As of a world, half human, half mechanical, in correct working order. Ultimately, my father pronounced his judgment.

“Life is difficult, and tougher nonetheless if you end up alone on the earth. It’s arduous past arduous if you end up actively persecuted, although you could have dedicated no unsuitable by your actions. Throughout such trials, we develop determined, and cling to no matter consolation is accessible. In your case, son, you sought consolation by making a golem. That’s comprehensible, however you should have thought additional of the results of your actions. The golem went on to develop monstrously giant, and murderous. It’s not the primary time that this has occurred, in line with the books. It is very important pay heed to the teachings which have already been discovered by those that got here earlier than us. That’s the reason we move them from era to era. You probably did unsuitable, son, although much less unsuitable than you might have, and for justifiable causes. As an applicable punishment, I’m canceling your participation in Hanukkah this yr.”

I believed it over. It appeared truthful sufficient. In any case, worse issues can occur. “Hanukkah is canceled,” I mentioned.

My father nodded. “Properly. I actually needs to be getting again to the workplace now. I’m glad that you’re properly, Mortimer. You’ll be again house earlier than you realize it.”

My father stood up and left with out additional ceremony. I used to be alone once more. The machines stored beeping. “Ah, Shamira,” I muttered. “Why’d you must go and kill them?”


I seemed up. They will need to have me on some highly effective medicine, I believed, as a result of this isn’t taking place.

“I don’t know if you realize me, however I’m Jessica Farley. I, uh, used to this point Brad.”

The beeping machines began to beep quicker. “Ah, sure, I’ve seen you round.” Oy vey, was she beautiful.

“So, uh, all people’s pretending that they didn’t see a large monster assault our college. They’re pretending that they didn’t see you climb up that beast and cease it. However I noticed it.”

“That’s congruous with my recollection,” I mentioned.

“I’m not dumb, you realize. I do know what you simply mentioned. You most likely assume I’m dumb simply because I used to be with Brad.”

“If I believed you had been dumb, it was as a self-defense mechanism, as a result of I knew that I by no means had an opportunity with you. It was simpler to place the blame on you than it was to place it on myself.” Huh. What the fuck is on this IV drip anyway? One thing good, that’s for certain.

“What if I informed you that you just had an opportunity with me? Would you continue to assume that I used to be dumb?”

My asthmatic lungs pushed out a wheeze that was meant to function laughter. “I’d assume that you just thought that I was dumb.”

“Properly, I don’t. And also you do.” She pressed a bit of paper into my palm. The machines began beeping even quicker. It appeared like they had been on the verge of exploding. “Whenever you get out of right here, give me a name, okay?”

Jessica left and I laid there for a very long time, not shifting, the paper along with her quantity on it crumpled up in my hand, getting damp with sweat. Mortimer Lipschitz, I believed. That’s my title. There’s nothing unsuitable with it.

Credit score: Nathaniel Lewis (Reddit • Amazon)

Take a look at Nathaniel Lewis’ darkish horror comedy, The Electrical Boner, now out there on Amazon.com.


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