“Oh my delicious tools,” I thought as I opened the shed. Five years passed since I saw them. Five years the cretins kept me away from my babies; locked in that dank cell on false charges of lewdity. The citizens could not prove what I did with my precious tools, so they fabricated the two teenage girls’ tale to give them reprieve from my escapades. Now I am back and I am sure they cried with terror when they heard of my early release; as they should. I have had time to prepare my greatest display of affection for them.
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