It was meant to be a normal sleepover. But they were curious. They heard dark tales of the secrets that lie within their temples, and the temples of the opposite being. From their friends, from TV, their family and friends...
....The internet?
Naughty, naughty, little lamb.
It was only meant to be a sleepover. Nothing more. Nothing less. Did it make her feel better knowing that she cast blame on her friend. Did she enjoy watching her get punished?
Naughty, naughty, little lamb.
I now cast you to the second circle.
Is it not sad, Black Sheep, that you have such a naughty friend?
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