The rite of passage was imminent; it was time for her to finally become a woman. Clutching the bottle with fear and anticipation, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Then sprayed with all her might.
10 minutes later, her prize lay quivering on the floor. She smiled. Her first dead cockroach.
10 minutes later, her prize lay quivering on the floor. She smiled. Her first dead cockroach.
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