Placeholder: The editors want somethin' new for their magazine yarn but all I can think of is ol' Tank Girl and her latest pumpkin misadventures in the wasteland. I dig deeper in me pumpkin thinker but it's feelin' rather squashy - must be all the pumpkin spice coffee I've been swiggin'. Wonder where our favorite rogue raider's gotten herself to this time? I picture her zoomin' across the dusty flats on her trusty pumpkin-orange dragster, her tatty leather coat flappin' in the breeze. Desert as far as the ey The editors want somethin' new for their magazine yarn but all I can think of is ol' Tank Girl and her latest pumpkin misadventures in the wasteland. I dig deeper in me pumpkin thinker but it's feelin' rather squashy - must be all the pumpkin spice coffee I've been swiggin'. Wonder where our favorite rogue raider's gotten herself to this time? I picture her zoomin' across the dusty flats on her trusty pumpkin-orange dragster, her tatty leather coat flappin' in the breeze. Desert as far as the ey

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The editors want somethin' new for their magazine yarn but all I can think of is ol' Tank Girl and her latest pumpkin misadventures in the wasteland. I dig deeper in me pumpkin thinker but it's feelin' rather squashy - must be all the pumpkin spice coffee I've been swiggin'. Wonder where our favorite rogue raider's gotten herself to this time? I picture her zoomin' across the dusty flats on her trusty pumpkin-orange dragster, her tatty leather coat flappin' in the breeze. Desert as far as the ey

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