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The woman sitting next to me has a notebook where she's drawn a tree with a vagina.

What should I do?

Wait. I don't mean she wrote in the notebook with her vagina. She isn't a vagina artist, painting pussy trees.

I mean she drew a tree that has a pussy. She made a pussy tree. It stretches up with its branch arms, and has hairy pits and has a hairy crotch down by the trunk.

And now a man walked past me reeking of pee.

What should I do?

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