Thirty Two.

No Aunt Irma. No cramps. I even wore white to Bollyrobics to tempt fate.

Come on, P4, drop already!

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The Stoatette, wife of the man known only as The Foxy Stoat, has embarked upon a strange journey during which she has to conquer her fears of pain, loss, heartbreak, and needles.