Writing Prompt
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STORY STARTER
Submitted by Mel Davies
Write a story about a character who makes an incorrect assumption about someone or something.
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[Viewer Reading Discretion Advised]
(Due to Sexual Themes, Adult Language, Drug usage, Adult themes, Violence,and Trigger warning)
Nessa (Venessa Jones) 21
Lily (Lana Jones) 19
Cole (Collin Smith) 21
Zaz (Zavier Roberts) 20
Nicky ( Nicole Peterson) 22
Esme (Ethan Peterson) 17
Max (Markus Salomon) 23
Izzy (Isabella Salomon) 18
Harley (Quinzel Myers) 19
Chase (Chase Wetzel) 20
Chad (Chad Wetzel) 20
Madie (Madaline Rodriguez) 19
Kar (Karsyn Rodriguez) 17
Lily
“Zaz you can’t just take someone against their will?” Lily was rushing out of the door behind him and Madie.
“It’s not against her will” Zaz groaned, stopping halfway between the cafe and the RV. “Your down to adventure with us right?”
Madie gave him a sigh and look at his friends pouring out of the dinner behind them. But she sat on it for a second, of course she was tired of being broke and stuck in her dads dinner. Still she didn’t know what else to do.
“Yes, I want to go” Zaz leaped for joy at Madies words. “But when I said I’m not like y’all. I’m don’t have money or anything like that…”
“Who asked you if you had money?” Zaz shrugged. “I really just think you will have fun”
“And you want to get in her pants!” Cole shouted and Nicky smacked him in the back of the head.
“Shush” Nicky scolded.
“This is gonna be a disaster” Max huffed to Lily who was hanging off his shoulder.
“Or it will be exactly what he needs” Nicky shot back. “She’s soooo cute too. Nessa is gonna love her”
“Hopefully not to much” Zaz added in, grabbing for Madies hand and pulling her forward.
“Slow down” Lily sighed but in the next moment they all froze.
Behind them all the dinner door bell chimed as it opened. Causing everyone to quickly turn their gaze. Madies face dropped as her sisters gaze dropped, and she fell to the floor. Nobody moved.
“Please don’t leave me with him!!” She sobbed loudly and Max was already on the move.
“What’s going on…” Lily just watched Max scoop up the girl in his arms.
Sprinting back towards the rest of them with her in his arms. Lily just shook her head and watched.
“She’s only seventeen?” Madie said but Max was already running past.
“If we don’t hurry, neither of you will get away” Max huffed, setting her down in front of the bus. “Let’s go!”
Everyone quickly filled in, sitting down in a rush and Zaz was pulling out of the parkinglot. Screeching tires out onto the highway.
“What the hells going on?” Nessa said shakily stumbling down the hallway.
Her face nearly fell of when she seen the two new girls sitting at the table. Of course both of them were very pretty, one of them looking like she could play professional girls basketball and the other a shapely girl with a pretty face.
Nessa looked over at Lily, who just shrugged a bit. Before turning to the right, pointing to Zaz. The grin on his lips was wider then the Cheshire cats. Max rubbed his neck as she met his gaze. Then just shook his head a bit.
“So we kinda stole them away for a good cause” Max mumbled and Nessa groaned.
“Please tell me they are over aged” Nessa was holding onto the hallway closet and shaking her head at them.
“Kar has two months and she will be eighteen” Madie said a bit sheepishly, not looking up from the table.
“Y’all stole a minor? Are you fucking stupid” Nessa was looking from one face to another, clearly showing off anger and dismay. “If we get caught with her we could all go to jail!”
“Cuz the drugs aren’t a sentence?” Zaz quickly shot back, still watching the road.
“Well add, add that shit on top. Don’t yall think?” Nessa was nearly pulling her hair out, while trying not to sway as the rv hit a bump.
“Im thankful you guys took us away…. It was way more then we are comfortable speaking about…” Madie sighed.
“Well you better get comfortable. Cuz we need to know why you let complete strangers take you and your sister.” Nessa pipped up and looked around the room for anyone to help out.
“Nessa. Can you at least let them settle in a bit? Maybe introduce everyone?” Zaz grumbled looking back a quick second but going back to focusing on the road.
“I think Zaz may have a point sis” Lily started as daggers flew across the room from her own sisters eyes. Impaling her on the cabnits, if that were even remotely possible. That’s exactly what her sisters angry gaze told her.
“Yeah it might not be the best to put em on the spot like that?” Max added in rubbing his neck but stepping towards Lily still.
“Well im gonna go back to sleep then. So when yall get pulled over. I don’t know a fucking thing” Nessa groaned loadly and whipped around quickly. Storming off towards the main bedroom.
Nessa
Throwing the door closed angrily, Izzy was startled awake. Rubbing her eyes as she peaked out from the covers. A yawn escaping her and then she met Nessa’s angry gaze and giggled a bit.
“What did Zaz do now?” She giggled, slapping the spot next to her on the big Alaskan king bed.
“It was all of them. They added two more to our group, but they stole them away from that dinner” Nessa slid down the door to the floor, groaning in distress. “They are gonna ruin all our lives”
“If Max was in on it. He must have sensed something… You know he’s pretty good at thinking ahead” Izzy sighed and removed the covers, tossing her long black band t-shirt at Nessa.
“Thinking ahead when it comes to Lily” Nessa giggled a bit, quickly closing the gap between them by leaping onto the bed. Landing just shy of Izzy and nearly pushing her off the bed.
“That’s was so not nice” Izzy flicked at Nessa’s chest but missed.
“It’s the truth” She shot back tossing her over and slapping Izzy’s butt once, hard.
“Get over here and let’s do what we shoulda done yesterday” Izzy groaned at the warmth on her exposed tush.
Nessa looked up to see both orange sized orbs slightly untouched by tan lines. Which of course Izzy shook a bit to add to the show. In seconds Nessa was on her. Pinning her down to the bed with thighs on her midsection. Yet Izzy didn’t even struggle at all.
Instead she just giggled a bit as Nessa looked down on her like a hungry lion eyeing down a gazel. Yet it didn’t hinder the fire that burned between them. In seconds Nessa’s lips where back pressed against Izzy’s. Her weight pinning her to the bed as each groaned into each others mouths.
Neither would win in this fight against the lust itself. Nessa lost her cami next, which only added to Izzy’s giggles.
“Like what you see hun?” Nessa slyly questioned pinning both Izzy’s arms to the bed.
“Yesss” She groaned as two hands holding hers became one and Nessa’s other hand started slowly crawling across her naked stomack.
Tracing faint trail lines, tickling the soft flesh causing her to buck a bit. Until she reached the hem of Izzy’s basketball shorts. Untiying the semi loose strings just to get her to giggle.
“Please” Izzy groaned her eyes pleading for her to continue.
“Please what? My little peach?” Nessa grinned and Izzy growled.
“Please take me. Eat my peach like a hungry bear.” Izzy whined.
“Sorry I don’t take orders from sluts” Nessa laughed a bit, slipping her fingers below the shorts.
Like she’d seen before her mound was shaved clean. Yet she still allowed her fingers to gracefully dance under the black lace. Drawing out everything for just longer.
“I can be yours” She winked, and wined a bit.
“Can you?” Nessa groaned to herself, only thing she thought of was whomever had taken her virtue.
Then it was gone. She pulled her hands free and sighed into her hands. Sitting up and growling loudly. Izzy quickly sat up and looked fairly confused.
“I’m sorry….” Izzy’s bottom lip started to tremble.
“It’s not your fault hun.” Nessa turned and watched a few tears starting to run down Izzy’s cheeks. “I was so mad at your brother…. For taking my sister and here I am. Straight. Ready to devour you”
“Am I enough??” Izzy’s face gave off a much deeper pain that Nessa had just accidentally tapped on.
“No your way more then enough” Nessa was back with Izzy wrapped in her arms. “You don’t even know how much I just want you”
Instead of kissing the little minx, she tightened her grip and just stroked her hair. Calming her down while both of them laid half naked in a bed they shared with all of their friends. Not exactly what she expected for the day.
“Then why won’t you do me?” Izzy was sniffling now. “I’ve never wanted someone how I want you. And you just keep teasing me”
“I haven’t been with anyone in three years….. I want to… I just don’t want to let you down…” Now Nessa was sighing into Izzy’s strawberry smelling hair. “I never been with a girl but I want it to be perfect for you”
“It doesn’t have to be perfect” Izzy sighed, looking deeply up into her eyes. “I just want it to be with you”.
Cole
“Can you tell Nessa to lay off?”Max groaned, hands rubbing his temples looking at Lily. “I can feel it. Something is way off but until they are comfortable enough to share it. We just putting them on the spot.”
Of course he was focused on Lily but she seemed to be ignoring him for “Team Nessa”. Cole stood up instead and started for the bedroom door.
“Since nobody else wants to do it” Cole groaned.
Moans echoed lowly as he crept towards the door. Of course he should knock but if only Nessa and Izzy were back there what was going on. Slipping the nob to crack it he nearly passed out from the sheer audacity of it all.
Nessa was clearly topless, Izzy was on her lap also topless. Yet they were both caught in a whirlwind of lustful proportions. Nessa’s hands were crawling across Izzy’s back. Stopping inside the back on her basketball shorts. Clearly cheeked up on the round butt of Max’s younger sister. Of course at that moment the strongest urge to barg in hit him all over.
“Guess we have a naughty little peeping Cole?” Nicky voice came as a shock but her hand softly pressing into the middle of his back nearly pushed him through the door. “Good. My girls finially getting a good lay”
“I’m sor-“ Cole started to whisper but Nicky already had a hand wrapped around his lips.
“Sorry isn’t gonna cut it bad boy” She interupted, her other hand slowly slipping down his chest from behind. Falling to his excitment that would clearly show through sweatpants for anyone to see. “Look what we have here. That’s a good size.”
“Nicky” He groaned as she gripped it up with just the right amount of force.
“Let’s let them have there fun” Nicky cooed as she started to kiss and suck on the back of his neck. “Tell me you want me hun and we can slip into the bathroom right now”
“Of course” Now it was her turn to be surprised, Cole turned and mashed his lips to hers pushing her back into the wall.
“No! I’m in charge” She grumbled pushing him back into the bunks and slipping down to her knee’s. “I’m guessing this will be a first two.
“Wait!” Cole cried out in but a whimper before his manhood was wrapped in the wet warmth of Nicky’s mouth.
Looking down at her even with her mouth full she was smiling at him. A dangerously lustful look as she continued to bob and suck. The only noise was a slurp every few seconds. Yet Cole was partly in heaven hoping to god that nobody was going to slide back here.
Everyone was at the table just out of sight. Nicky pulled back, slobber coating his whole length. A shit eating grin on her face, slightly covered in spit.
“Are you scared someone’s gonna see?” Nicky cooed in a low voice, winking at him.
“Nope” Cole growled before ducking to her level. Slamming his lips against hers.
Forcefully he continued to maul her mouth, then quickly dropped down to her neck. Sucking and biting just below her jawline. She moaned into his ear as he did it.
Then he picked her up, which she didn’t at all fight back. Pushing her quickly into the fairly large bathroom. Complete with large bathtub / jacuzzi style and a walk in shower.
Dropping her to her feet, he started at her loose fitting morning top. An extra large band tee, that he was to busy focused on her to be worried about. It was on the floor, then to the black bra that held her fairly normal sized orbs at bay. A trick him Max and Zaz had talked about many times, the snapping instant bra fix. Off it came to Nicky’s gasp.
She was center stage in the bathroom, face flush as she let the bra fall to the floor. Slipping down her arms to reveal two very perky shelf leveled breasts. Each with a nipple pointing to the sky about the size of a small pencil eraser, but the darkness around the pink buds reached nearly to the roundness.
“Please don’t stare. I normally do this in the dark… so nobody see-“ Before she could finish her babbling, Cole was back on her.
“They are beautiful. You are beyond gorgious” He cooed, tweaking her right nipple a bit as she gasped.
“How far are you willing to go right now?” She whispered as they broke their make out session.
Without warning he dropped to his knee’s, pulling with it the short shorts that hugged her hips. She gasped but he just giggled at the completly bald kitty before him.
“Guess no undies” It came out a bit throaty, like he was talking in Batman’s voice.
“The kitty needs to breath at night” She sighed as he lifted her leg over his shoulder and dove into her snatch.
Sweet and tangy as his tonge glidded across her folds. Dipping into her necker a few times. Her gasping as her fingers intermingled into his hair roughly.
“Gawd your a natural” She groaned, nearly loosing her balance but he was gripping her theighs to keep her balance.
She was floating on cloud nine as he nibbled and sucked at her little bud. Stopping only to reach up and man handle her left nipple. Gasping she could feel her first tremors starting as well as a build up. Gushing across his mouth in a warm spray she collapsed into his body. Yet he didn’t spot lapping up the squirted nector.
“God” She groaned as he pulled her down onto his soaked shirt.
The smile that held on Cole’s face made her push him a bit. But it was playfully to no avail, she was completely at his mercy now.
“That was so fucking hot” He groaned onto her neck as he started to suck and bite at it again in the same spot.
“I’ve never done that before” Now as he looked up a reddish gleam played on her cheeks. “Is it ok….”
Mashing his lips back onto hers, even though his face was soaked with her juices. Gave her all the notice she was looking for.
At that exact moment a knock ruptured their little oasis of lust.
“Come on. I gotta pee” Esme’s girly voice called out with a few patters of her feet’s. Probably full peeing dance.
“Shit” Nicky hissed grabbing her cloths but Cole didn’t let her out of his arms.
“So I might have done a thing” He grabbed her cheek moving it so he could see the large black and purple mark.
“Dam boy” She gasped in the mirror looking at it.
The walk of shame back to the table was done hand in hand. Esme just giggled a bit looking at the mark. Zaz of course howled from the drivers seat catching it and the hand holding. Everyone else just kinda smile.
“I assumed I’d have to be dominant. But gawd did you show me” She whispered into his ear as they sat down.
She’s horrible, I can’t stand to look at her. Everyday in class I’m forced to glance at her; she sits right across from me. Her glaring, bold eyes pierce me whenever I seem to look at her. She looks mean, disgusted, and raging. How could someone always be in such a bad mood? And her hair, ugh, her hair! The sun shines it a golden auburn color! I hate it! Sometimes her soft lips perk into a smile? It’s hideous! And, oh, how I hate when she talks in class. Her voice is rocky, like that of rapids on a thrashing river. I hate it! I hate her!
“Alright, class today you will be in partners to discuss the poems you have written,” Mrs. Perch says. “Alex and Lavinia, you’ll be partners.” At the sound of our names together, I feel the urge to run. Lavinia! I’m with the very girl I despise!
Lavinia softly walks towards me, with her soft smile at play. Ugh. She gently sits next to me and begins with the words, “Okay, here is my poem.” She hands me the paper. I hand her mine. Silently we read each poem, but I can’t seem to focus, she is so close to me. I can smell roses and lavender. I read her poem, it’s beautiful, just like her— Wait. “Your poem, Alex, is very nice,” she starts. “I like the way it flows.” I urge her to say more, just so I can listen to her speak. “And your rhythm is enhancing.” I nod, and look at her for once. She is nothing but beauty, how could I ever accuse her of ugliness. And her voice and composure is sweet, she’s not angry. “I- your poem is impeccable and perfect,” I stutter. She smiles. “Lavinia?” “Yes?” “You’re way different than I thought.” I confess. Her smile droops. “Oh, I’m sorry.” “No no no, not in a bad way. I-I always thought you hated me with the way you looked at me sometimes.” Now she laughs. “Ah, I understand. Yeah, I’m never mad, really, it’s just everytime you glance at me, you look like you’re in a haze.” She laughs more. A haze? I laugh with her.
Lavinia is way more than I every thought.
The best piece of advice that was ever given to me was "Don't make an ass at yourself making assumptions". In life our mind tends to run a million miles a minute, between true crime television, real life scenarios you have heard through the grapevine, or through personal experiences you may have experienced, our brain tends to have this thirst of putting the puzzle pieces together. I mean how mad can you be at someone? that moment of feeling right, of jumping on your instinct, and having the piece of mind of knowing you can trust your heart can be an amazing feeling. But what about when you're wrong? What if everything you have assumed of this persons character was just a figment of your imagination. A classic case of allowing your mind to not only make an accusation, but build on that accusation and in your head have a case built against this person. So much that losing them is not even an option, but an inevitable butterfly effect of your overthinking, your unwillingness to ask more questions, be straight forward, and maybe just maybe trust the person is who they say they are. The saying goes in life to never forgive a cheater, that no matter what they will always cheat again, and that if you feel that you are getting cheated on too leave and never look back. Some of us have been cheated on multiple times, from multiple different partners, and some of us have cheated on multiple different partners. Which admittedly can make the dating scene a lot harder for people who value loyalty, for people with hopes and dreams of finding the one and being with them until they die. Ironically a good man or woman that values loyalty in life has a tendency to get the short end of the stick. Their character always seems to come into question and even though they want the best for you our minds could be so jaded that we chase somebody with the values and core we have always searched for in a soulmate away from our arms. Damage that person the same way we have been damaged, irreparable damage that scars someone not only on there heart but there mind, there soul goes with them. So for you that stayed up all night worrying, never trusted your partner, and attempted too back them into this corner of being somebody they never planned on being whose to blame if they ever do become that person? Whose to blame if said person becomes everything they were accused of being? What do we say of the person who makes these incorrect assumptions? Somebody who hurts people in this world in fear of being hurt, to assume something of there partner. Abuse them mentally, maybe even physically all off a assumption. An assumption that never had any truth, merit, but something that has permanently changed the lives of two individuals. A misjudgement of somebodies character which in a different universe has a happy ending because you decided too trust. Too bad we live in this world, and in this world your false assumption has not only wasted both parties time. But has left an innocent soul with a permanent scar on there heart, a once innocent who more likely than not will take a long time to maybe trust a partner again. So with that being said the one thing I hope you learn from this is don't make an ass out yourself making assumptions, give yourself time to learn the person. The more we make baseless assumptions of people the more peoples innocence get robbed in a already cold world
you raised my brother with baseball, soccer, fencing
now he works in business and tech
you raised me with tutus and tiaras and little pink dresses
and somehow
some way
i fell in love with the meanest sport on the planet
and i like getting beat to shit for fun
what does that tell you,
dad?
yeah,
i was never my father's daughter.
A girl enters the library, slumped shoulders, eyes looking at the ground. Her hair, clothes, and makeup are raven black.
She waves to the librarian before making her way to the table across from me.
Her headphones are blasting metal music, the horrifying cacophony turning heads.
I make my way to tell her to turn the thing down, maybe remind her there are better fashion choices she could be making. But then I notice her ID badge.
In big, bold letters, it reads:
Sydney Nicholson Grade 12
My heart drops. I return to my table before she notices me.
That girl is my competition for this years valedictorian. This prized title is awarded to the ones who’ve preservered, to the ones who dedicated their life to their grades and education. Students who dress like Sydney are the ones who don’t care, the ones who commit every act of rebellion in the book. They’ve never earned anything above a D, and are destined super seniors.
Yet this girl has broken the mold in the strangest way possible.
She heaves her backpack onto the table, gets out a laptop, and begins typing away. Her tongue sticks out as her mind locks into focus. The world around her fades down to whatever is on the screen.
I’ve been so convinced that I would win valedictorian, but as I admire her determination, I’m not even one paragraph into my essay by the time the library closes.
When I first felt it, My rainbow felt like rain. A torrential downpour. A Kinsey 5 hurricane.
It was beauty and it was pain. A loss and a gain. When this technicolor lightning strike Short-circuited my brain.
So I buzzed and buzzed, Tried to think my way out Of the truth of me, I was lying about.
_Out of everyone, why me? _ After all this time, why now? Is this a truth I can control? Or that my family will allow?
_What about my plans? _ The white picket fence? _Do I have to erase my past self? _ This doesn’t make sense.
But it did.
Deep down, I knew that it did. So the part of me that was burried, Just couldn’t stay hid.
I’d go insane if it did.
So I opened the lid.
And the colors that came out
Scratched an itch in my brain,
And then the missing piece of me clicked,
Like a seatbelt,
On a
runaway train.
Fast forward to today. I wish I could say, That mixed with this relief, I didn’t still pay.
Because coming out never ends. I do it every day.
And I ache in color now, In a much deeper way.
And it’s overwhelming That I keep evolving Without my say.
And although we flash rainbows on skyscrapers, Some people still think blue skies, Or picking a side, Are what makes a sunny day.
But despite all that, I do know now, That embracing this truth, Was riskless bet.
Since now I can love all soaking wet.
In the rain I may shiver but But it feels great to be free.
Because at last I’m alive with electricity.
So past self, don’t you see?
The lightning strike was pain but The rainbow isn’t all rain.
In embracing this truth, I found more of me.
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Happy Pride! 🏳️🌈
She was beautiful. The most gorgeous woman I had ever seen. She could have been a goddess, honestly. Her clear ivory skin and green eyes were all too striking for me to look away.
She was talking to a group of guys, her head thrown back in laughter about something they were discussing. Oh, how I wish I could have been closer to hear what it was that made her laugh like that.
However, I could never get the opportunity. She was clearly straight, so how could I ever tell her that I was smitten with her? She was like the forbidden fruit from the garden of Eden: alluring, but capable of the ultimate heartache.
I moved my gaze to the clock on the wall. It was coming to the end of my lunch break, a measly hour of a 10 hour shift. I moved off the chair and headed for the lift, ready to go back to work. Not before I stole one last glance of the siren that had caught my heart in just one simple melodic laugh though. I vowed to myself that I would marry a girl just like her one day.
The lift arrived and I got in. I didn’t know that someone had followed me into the lift until I turned around. Then I saw her. She was smiling at the ground, and tucking her dark hair behind her ear.
“Hey,” she said. Her voice was perfect, almost like an angelic note that only she could reach.
I waved back, unable to speak, unable to find the words I wanted to tell her.
“So, this may be a bit forward, and maybe you don’t want to…” she trailed off, and she ferociously twirled the piece of hair she had previously pushed behind her ear.
“What is it?” I asked.
“It’s just, you’re so pretty. I was wondering if you wanted to go grab a drink after work.”
I was awestruck. Did she really ask me out? Her? The most amazingly beautiful woman I had ever met in my life?
I was so dumbfounded I didn’t know what to say. All I could do was stand there blubbering, unable to comprehend what was actually happening.
She looked at the floor, embarrassment sweeping across her face in a hot flash. “Never mind,” she said, shaking her head. “I didn’t expect you to say yes anyway.”
Suddenly we arrived at her floor. I grabbed her arm as she went to step off the lift, and pulled her closer to me.
“I’d love to go for a drink with you,” I blurted out. “I just didn’t think you’d be interested in me, or even noticed me for that matter.”
“Of course I did,” she said. Then, without any warning at all, she kissed me. In that moment I knew that I had found perfection.
Shunk Ka, the sound of a pump action shot gun is distinct and memorable. Slowly raising his hands over his head, Rhys Witherspoon swallowed hard. The insurance agent quaked in his space boots. Usually people were happy to meet their claims adjustor. Or anxious about how much they would receive? Rhys stared into the double barrels and smiled.
“I think there has been some sort of misunderstanding, Mr. Millers 011. We are your insurer, home, vehicle, and commercial. Tri-Planetary Insurance treats you like family. We want to help,” Rhys said, eyeing the seven foot gun toting Android.
“I have not made a claim. Yes, there has been a misunderstanding on your company’s part,” the Android responded tapping the agent’s chest with his shotgun.
“Tri-Planetary Insurance does the hard work for you. A claim investigation was automatically launched based on the police report of the attempted break-in and subsequent property damage. We know the assailants were not captured. These thieving clans, violent and tight knit,” Rhys said, “Some Android clients fear human reprisals.”
“I was built on Mars. Terraformed the bowels of that red hellhole. Fought in the Gray war. Carved my metaphorical shield into a plow and have the most successful solo farm in the region. Do I look afraid?”
For the first time Rhys looked at the Android instead of the shotgun. Standard heavy duty farm equipment, Millers 011 was wearing loose overalls splattered with mashed sweet potatoes. He had a bright polka dot cloth over one shoulder and a fire in his cool gray eyes. If he didn’t know any better Rhys thought the machine looked like a mama bear. Instinctively the agent backed up.
Small ragtag clans of humans had been preying on the smaller farms. If one of their ships crashed with survivors, Rhys wondered. The smell of chocolate chip cookies wafted from the Android’s front door. Millers units ran on solar batteries. Hands lowering, Rhys started walking backwards to his hover ship.
“Tri-Planetary Insurance treats you like family because you are family. Contact me personally if need anything. You know if you add pumpkin to the cookie batter it is a tasty way to sneak veggies into someone’s diet. I will close the investigation, Mr. Millers 011.”
Still suspicious Millers 011 lowered his weapon a few inches. A small hand knit sock hit Millers 011 in the back of his head. The agent walked away humming Rock A Bye Baby.
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