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“What you do for Rocksanne? How you useful to giantess?” Rocksanne asked.
“Well… we can do your laundry? We can get all that crud that your vacuum just won’t reach? You haven’t lived until you’ve tried one of my massages!” Frye scrambled.
“We can unscrew all those pickle jars that you just can’t open?” Turner offered from Rocksanne’s hand.