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She was petite, blonde, and radiant with her perpetual smile. Her beauty was natural, and she rarely wore makeup. Her authenticity made Bryan love her that much more.
When men write women lol
Ooooh that smell Can’t you smell that smell Ooooh that smell The smell of death surrounds you. Derrick looked up at his dad. “Mommy is singing about a fart,” Derrick yelled over the music and laughed. Ellie quickly looked down at her son. “I am not” she said. “This song isn’t about a fart, Derrick!” she said as she laughed. “It’s about…grown up stuff.”
Her pink dress was pulled up past the knee and draped over her thighs. Through his watery gaze, Scottie could see that she wore nothing underneath, nor kept that area groomed or cleaned. The smell was enough to finally push his nausea to its breaking point.
Im fucking dead
The door slammed shut, and Ellie was left alone in a room with a five-foot tall pile of what looked like a collection of human excrement.
....?
“But what if I fall?” Derrick asked as the water continued to rush in through the broken window. “Everyone falls, sweet boy, but the heroes get back up.”
Oddly sweet....
