Wordle #457

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The graduate strode confidently across the podium, careful to concentrate on her walk, not one misstep in those high heels. She reeked of true elegance, no denying it: a class act, that one. 

I began to inflate the cushion. One last breath out, and it was ready to go. The Pranksters Extraordinaire Club would soon sing my praises. I had as good as won the bet to fly around the world. My eye had been on this prize trip for a long time.

Princess smiled at me and sat down. The phony fart blasted loudly. I smiled; she died. Delicious!

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Inspired by The Sunday Whirl

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