Stick And Track

“A pack of bubble gum?”


“Yup.” Albert said nonchalantly, giving only a small up nod with his head.


“Seriously?” Angie said with a scoff, mumbling something that sounded a lot like “retard” under her breath.


Albert let the bubble he was blowing pop against his lips as he kicked his sandles off haphazardly onto the nearby mossy rock he wasn’t sitting on.

He mentally apluaded himself for giving Angie the impression of him being incompetent.

Little did she know, underestimating him would be her pivotal downfall.

She will carry him as her scrap goat, and he will leech off her as long as he can. Hopefully until the bitter end.


Angie paced back and forth, shaking her head. “You could’ve brought something actually ‘useful’ Albert. Like I dunno- pills to clear potentially deadly bacteria from dirty water like ‘I’ brought. Or at least food containing actual ‘calories’. “


Albert payed no mind, calmly staring off into the swamp, analyzing where the best place to stick his first wad of chewed gum would be.


“Ugghhhhh” Angie let out a long sigh of frustration. “Did you even hear a word I said pea brain!?”

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