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The story of Zayla Twinkle began on a Friday, beneath the luminescent glow of a full moon

At precisely 23:08, Zayla dreamed that she was swimming in plum flavored Jello

She flung her left arm towards the lampshade, causing it to wobble with uncertainty,

before toppling to the floor with a great commotion

This is why, as the moon made it’s transit across the prime meridian, Zayla sat bolt

upright underneath her quilt, trying to make sense of her surroundings