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Candy corn
OUR CHARACTERS BEING CHEESY.
Shel collected in all of the cards from the table, almost half asleep in boredom. The mood in camp was duller than any of her old college classes had ever been; so dull, in fact, that solitaire had become tedious after only twenty five minutes. Her fingers neatly stacked the cards together in a pile as if she'd been blackjack dealing her whole life - well, it felt like she had - laying the deck flat on the table and leaning her head in her hands. If only the apocalypse allowed a short break. Maybe an hour of daytime TV, or a trip down to the pub. But no, obviously not. No amount of willpower nor self-pity was going to make this whole thing a fantasy world."Hey, Shel?" the voice of who could only be Doug came from over her shoulder. Instantly, she jumped a little - she hadn't had an inkling of his presence until he spoke."Gosh, you scared me." It'd been happening to her all too often. Constantly frayed nerves was a clear side effect of the dead walking. "What was it?""Even if there wasn't any gravity on earth, I'd still fall for you." he replied out of the blue, leaving her open mouthed and befuddled."I -""Good thing I brought my library card - cause I am totally checking you out!" he managed to maintain a straight face for maximum five seconds before he burst into sniggers at the gobsmacked expression on her features. "Oh, man. I thought you looked bored."Reassured now that this wasn't some sort of hoax, or serious in any way, she burst out laughing along - the sentiment had been lovely, along with the funny/cheesy one liners. "You have too much time on your hands," Shel remarked in mirth. "Got any more of those?"
my dad just yelled out soda in his sleep. my dad dreams of soda apparently.
my mom: did you change the channel
me: no this is called a commercial
me: we have a lot of those in america
dad: you're as sweet as a sugar disease
oh god, i need to sleep now
good night
ir should i say good morning?
fuck
Denmark picked her up, and spun her around to the bedroom, "Hell yeah, you're getting laid."
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