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Ali didn’t understand her big sister was kidding when she said the perfect place to make-out is the floor of a public bus.

Anne looked at the skyline, proud that she finally had mastered the skill of becoming entirely one color. Beige, to be specific.

Ginger, Lilly’s cat, was confused. All her life she had believed Lilly to be her owner. Now, her shirt suggested otherwise. Was she human? Was she cat? Ginger began to feel a definite shift in power.

Cindy could never pretend to read on her bed without her lucky hat.

Fearing her hair wasn’t long enough, Rapunzel let down her pants as well.

Having lost her limbo stick, Tanya is making the most of her imagination.

"These will do," thought Nancy as she sat in Home Depot. She needed to test her worst moments on each type of tile before she committed to the new flooring in her bathroom.

Jennifer knew she was going to be late for the wedding, but these fair-trade flowers were going to be so worth it.

Misha couldn’t understand why her iPhone didn’t get service at this altitude

Nina had finally found the perfect place to write her “Third World Poverty Issues” paper.

Rachel let the beauty of the blossoming trees wash away the guilt that came from raiding her 8-year-old sister’s closet.

Rejected purely for their height, Emily and Chris turned away from the Shire. For Middle Earth was vast and they knew in their hearts they would find their place in it elsewhere.

Sandy sighed, “I remember when there used to be an Urban Outfitters here …”

She started out the photo shoot with energy, but by the end she was exhausted from all the patriotism.

"Nudists Who Regret Their Tattoos" meets every Thursday at the cobblestone bridge.

The alligator beneath her thought of what a good meal she would make…until he saw what was written on her back.

"That’s absurd! There must be something wrong with her, I’ll eat Lily pads again tonight," he though

The power of Christ compelled her… to keep practicing those yoga moves.

These were the first pictures published from the basement the 1997 serial killer known as “the bike follower.”

They may have stolen her chair, but they would never take her bag of marshmallows.

Tiffany would not be allowed to wear her shirt to the beach. Not because of its frontal indecency, but rather because authorities feared dolphins and sea turtles could get stuck in its grid.

Veronica’s new year’s resolution was to be more “gangsta’.”

When everyone finally left the house, Evelyn would stand real still and pretend, even if just for a fleeting moment, that she was a curtain.

When Hannah’s boyfriend told her he wanted to take a topless picture of her she didn’t expect it to be an ariel shot of the back of her head.

"WHICH SHOESSSSS DOO I CHOOOOSEEE?!?!"

The mutation was spreading. The Gingers would stop at nothing until their dream of world assimilation was complete, their cackling refrain echoing through the soul of the earth itself: “ONE OF US, ONE OF US.”