I should rewrite this whole series as Ursula and Cinderella, unlikely besties in their twenties, hanging out at a coffee shop.
The inside color of Joe Shmoe's calmed its fucking tits down after awhile.
And in case you'd like to archive-binge the old ones, I'll keep the links down here after all. :) Here's the old one!
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