Word Count: 107
Missy and her clique of morbidly skinny bitches were all that stood between her and the front door. Joy could tell from the tortured looks on their wasted bony faces that they resented her full-bodied beauty and voluptuous curves.
But they were no match for Joy Tuberson, whose family had deep roots in their small farming community.
« Love the tiara, Missy. Especially the amulet. »
« Uh, thanks, Joy. »
Triumphant, Joy crossed the threshold, her delicate violet skin radiant from the rush of anthocyanin.
Another good day, she thought to herself, for this root vegetable locked in epic battle against a veritable army of skeletons.
Mr. Funny Bones 
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