Chapter Thirty-Seven: The Y Chromosome?

Ahhh, the invigorating smell of fresh update! I think the new Creeper maid, Harley Sears, would agree there’s nothing like it.

Harley: It’s like heaven! I offer you this stack of freshly laundered shirts to celebrate your updating victory!

Why, thank you! But I don’t deserve heavily starched, cube-shaped clothing, really. It’s been over two months since the last update D: Sorry, everyone!

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