Bloo-wah-wah-wah. Bloo-wah-wah-wah. A faint sound grew louder. I looked up. Realized my best friend had a frying pan in her hand and was bashing it against her head screaming get the demons out of my head.
But she was kidding… she was always bashing her head in with a frying pan… it was her thing. The neighborhood kids called her crazy Beth who smashed a frying pan on her head.
But no one knew the truth about that frying pan. Munha... that was the name of her Frying pan. Beth had never left it alone for more than a minute. And I was ok with that. It was weird but still better than carrying a Barbie. Until the day I saw her licking Munha for long 10 minutes....










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