I told you I was out front. I was... waiting, watching the back door, but it didn't open. I heard crunching coming from the other side. Sophie, she looked to me, and I looked to your noise. You came from the back of the house, you had, a giant machete, it shone like, like sharp teeth. I asked you, "why do you have that shoved in your belt?" You said, "some bad ***** goin on, Calli."
Mar 11, 2014
Mar 11, 2014 at 3:38 AM UTC
I told you I was out front. I was... waiting, watching the back door, but it didn't open. I heard crunching coming from the other side. Sophie, she looked to me, and I looked to your noise. You came from the back of the house, you had, a giant machete, it shone like, like sharp teeth. I asked you, "why do you have that shoved in your belt?" You said, "some bad ***** goin on, Calli."
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