he jeep tour, spent most of
it would be to be the actual energizer bunny. I mean, he's pink, he's got a dru
my back pocket and unlocked the door. No later than when I shut the door,
ere you waiting behind the corner for me or something?" I asked him, b
that it was time to make dinner. Heading to the kitchen, I realized that I'd have to go grocery shopping sometim
n omele
started cutting it into pieces. Ramsey
a frying pan and heated it up. I left the kitchen to grab my p
d, I figured I'd risk a pan flip today. Putting the flipper down, I lifted the pan off of the burner and jerked it forward a
actually wo
allowing me to realized that Grayson was standing at the entrance to the kitc
coughed and s
y omelet, remembering the amazing task I'd just completed. Sudd
" I asked him excitedly, my mort
ter. I have no idea where he got the glass from. I have a photo
d, putting the omelet on a plat
masterful creation in half, puttin
with two chairs. The other one has always been f
t, secretly excited to be eating with someone other than myself. That is, until
l teenage girl going
'd sit down with me, be a decent, civil human being, and have a nice c
r, eating my delicious omelet. Plus, I
I annoy myse
the sink, I headed to my room, close the door behind me. The familiar grey walls, brown hardwood, mi
wing it to engulf me. I quickly scurried under
zen children here, all lined up in a row, observing one another. We were all diagno
omorrow and I was told that if
just taught us to fight and kill, never the names or the information. I was stressed o
targets down the field. Shoulder
er gaze would be one of anger. "Forget about your birthday." She said calmly, containing her rage. I
ted to shoot, looking her dead in the eye. The targets were o
my shots. Taking six quick shots, I opened my eyes to find each of the mannequins with a bullet throug
r, I'd never known a true mother so
asleep laying here. I sighed, I don't typically have nightmares ve
ing ma
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zy, I l
me. Just thinking about going back
ool? (Not lunch or