Pretend

 


She crawls in through the bathroom window, her parkour skills are finely honed. All she has to do is slip out of her jumpsuit into her cocktail dress and she’s ready to party. ‘Hey, babe, fancy threads. You look like a spy.’ Oh, shit, she thinks, my date, ‘Let’s pretend.’


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Published on September 25, 2016 10:14
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