Sara sheepishly replied "What do you mean you can 'get like that sometimes?" Sophie replied "I mean by that I can rip some pretty raunchy ones myself, too. Here listen." Sara didn't exactly want to get gassed ou by this girl, but onone hand, she was curious. She sat on the toilet and listened in. Shortly after, and rumbling "ppppffffhhhhhrrrrrb-b-b-b-b-b-b-brrrrrttttt" rang out from behind the door. Sara was impressed at Sophies fart, sheerly for its length. It was slightly longer than the one she had accidentally slipped out earlier, which was still lingering around her. Then that old stinking curry smell was ovecome by a new odor. Sophie's fart smell of rotten meat engulved Sara. Sara was slightly impressed with Sophie. Sara covered her nose with her hand amd said "Wow. That was pretty...big to say the least." Sophie replied with a "Thanks", slid her cell phone number under the stall door, let out a sharp, stinking "Blllrrrppttt" from ber behind and strolled out of the restroom fanning her hand behind her. Sara's tummy rumbled as she winced in pain from all the pent up gas. She leaned forward slightly and let out a glorious, wet "PPPPPPPFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAABBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRTTTTTPPP" That monster lasted 9 seconds and was followed by 3 little "Brappt"s "Blooorrrt"s and finally a smelly little "Flaarpt" She fanned he nose and walked over to the door of the stall amd picked up Sophie's number, written in a small corner if lined paper. Saralet out the last little "Bbbooorrrrtttt" of gas she had left and read the paper. It read "Maybe we could hang out later. Maybe even a fart contest if you're up for it. ;) -Sophie" Sara definately didn't want to have a fart contest, as she was deeply embarrased of her gaseous outbursts, but Sophie did seem nice, especially for forgiving her terrible gas. She slipped the note in her pocket and checked her watch. It was her lunch time. She hurried out of the stinking mess of a bathroom she was in, which now stunk like some kind of demonic gassy dinner, and hurried out to her little Prius. As she slid the key into the ignition, she decided to...
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