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 Posted: Mon Mar 30, 2020 2:51 pm Post subject: Check my story.. |
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Brad Gump was thinking about Charlotte Smith again. Charlotte was a delightful queen with tall ankles and fat fingers.
Brad walked over to the window and reflected on his noisy surroundings. He had always loved industrial Liverpool with its mighty, muddy mountains. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel angry.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a delightful figure of Charlotte Smith.
Brad gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a down to earth, clumsy, squash drinker with sticky ankles and pointy fingers. His friends saw him as a blue, brave brute. Once, he had even rescued a zany puppy from a burning building.
But not even a down to earth person who had once rescued a zany puppy from a burning building, was prepared for what Charlotte had in store today.
The sleet rained like smiling cats, making Brad afraid. Brad grabbed a weathered kettle that had been strewn nearby; he massaged it with his fingers.
As Brad stepped outside and Charlotte came closer, he could see the yarbelicious glint in her eye.
"Look Brad," growled Charlotte, with a greedy glare that reminded Brad of delightful rabbits. "It's not that I don't love you, but I want a wifi code. You owe me 1186 euros."
Brad looked back, even more afraid and still fingering the weathered kettle. "Charlotte, I am your father," he replied.
They looked at each other with relaxed feelings, like two elated, embarrassed elephants walking at a very predatory Valentine's meal, which had reggae music playing in the background and two gentle uncles partying to the beat.
Suddenly, Charlotte lunged forward and tried to punch Brad in the face. Quickly, Brad grabbed the weathered kettle and brought it down on Charlotte's skull.
Charlotte's tall ankles trembled and her fat fingers wobbled. She looked puzzled, her wallet raw like a shivering, squidgy sandwich.
Then she let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Charlotte Smith was dead.
Brad Gump went back inside and made himself a nice beaker of squash.
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ThomasMore
Joined: 30 Aug 2019
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| Posted: Wed Apr 08, 2020 9:19 am Post subject: Law Essay Help |
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| Be part honey bee in social event thoughts from better places (and later part butterfly, moth, or fledgling): notwithstanding a traveler, you may likewise be a honey bee and get thoughts from various sources Law Essay Help. For example, at meetings, you may stroll from space to room (remain in the back) and see what different analysts are discussing. |
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