The walls of the hedge maze close in around you. Before you is a single stone table covered in quill pens and several sheets of parchment. Even if you normally cannot read or write, for the time being, you find that you can.
"This is a poem for you: This first word is just some idiot's _____ a girl with one small boob and one big ____ was a dumb ____ who always live-tweets as she eats all the candy cos she likes ____"
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