“Theodore! Damn it, get in here!” Miles spews at his younger brother who is fighting to open the fridge.
“But Miles, I am STARVING! And I can’t feel my hands to open anything… Like… They have soda. I have heard about soda but I WANT to smell it, or perhaps taste it. You think it’ll taste okay?” As Miles stares at Theodore like he is a mixture of a lost puppy and a dumbass man. No wonder he is a gh...
Eager to prove he was best at his job, Defense attorney Mr. Randell Street was left in awe of what his client is accused of.
“Look at this, Abby,” said the attorney. “It is astonishing to me that any reporters didn’t report on any of these supposed killings Daniel is being accused of!”
“To be honest,” she said between sips of coffee, “one house was robbed, one left pristine, which we both agree co...