Y O U R S T R E S S - T O Y

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Come to me and you'll have no more stress, but a hot mess.
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S T R E S S - R E L I E F M E D ( 3 dose daily )

If you’re too stressed
Lay your hands on my chest
Make my flesh your
Possession —
Your squishy stress toy
Ready to impress

If you’re too stressed
Call me and I can work with you
On your
L a p- t o p
Undressed

Let’s take a trip due West

Use with caution; with side-effects:
You’d be obsessed.

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