PECKERWOOD AFTER DARK: Divert And Deflect Edition!

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Should you be distracted by your phone or TV, your cheerful, visiting Bendy Boy™ may well commence with bending to get your attention, so do be alert to his needs. Enjoy the evening, hormigos!

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