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Silence hung in the air for a few seconds before Theria growled and spoke, "Cyrus can understand you as well." "I don't care about him. He smells like a spoiled child who refuses to listen to good sense," she paused and tasted the concoction she was brewing, "Needs more rosehips. Where are my manners? I am Tsonoqua, and these are my children," She gestured to the young next to the fire, "The girl is Dzunukwa, and the boy is Axwadus." Theria fluttered forward and raised herself to the Basket Ogress's height, "We have a sniper on the hill just outside the cabin ready to pump you full of lead..."

I answer back as I show her the now lifeless bird I am holding. I swear I see Lana looking so shock seeing the bird I am holding. “What’s wrong Lana?” I ask in confusion. Don’t tell me this bird is dangerous or something? “Come down and let me see it. Here, toss the poor creature towards me so you can come down. I might be seeing it wrong but I think that bird is a Wankaka.” Lana said. Wankaka, WHAT? What the heck is that?

Cracker led them to it. "Where do you live, Juice?" "Why are you calling me Juice?" She asked as she trailed behind him. He turned and looked at her confused. "Because I can't call you Juicy with a straight face. No offense, but I feel like I'm saying something derogatory." "Hmph. You're worried about calling me something derogatory now? But you called me a whore before. Remember?" Juicy regretted her words as soon as she spoke them. This man was helping her more than anybody else had offered to thus far. What was wrong with her? Why did she always go off the deep end? A bus drove pass and Mr. Cracker looked after it as if he wished he were on it. "I'm sorry...Troy." She had almost called hi

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He laughs at my choice of words but I continue, "Look, I'm twenty nine and I wanna be married. I wanna know how it feels like to be married. But at the same time I don't want to be married to the wrong person. And this Mr Gunn sounds like a wrong person to me." "So what if he's the wrong one? If you can't take it anymore, then just tell him you wanna quit. At least you get to cash in a day or a week, however long you can last. A day equals five thousand, and it's double on the weekends. Who's gonna give you twenty thousand for just spending your Saturday and Sunday with that cuckoo head? Hmm? Shit, even I'm calling him cuckoo. Collin’s gonna kill me if she hears I call our client that." I gr

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Many times it has been called innocent with a touch of mischief and that's all. I do not know if it is that little mischief that forced me to search the cartons in the room. My mouth hung open when I realized that there were weapons inside the stuffed dolls. Some of them, I did not understand but I know a gun when I see one - not a toy gun. A real gun. I also know a pen knife used to carve chickens in pieceful gatherings which is always used to carve higher animals when the need arises. Yesterday and two days before, it was just water I had. I don't know if it is what my captor understands by change of meal or maybe she is punishing me for the sins she knows I will commit.

“We don’t want any trouble.” “Yes,” she agreed heartily. “Nor do we.” Then she bit into the meat I’d just spent the last hour and a half roasting, and she moaned in delight, closing her eyes over the pleasure. “Mmm. Good squirrel.” “It’s rabbit.” The woman shrugged and kept chewing. “I’m Mydera,” she announced. “That handsome one over there by the mare is Wicket, the woman’s Spice, and the child’s called Bewler.” Upon hearing his name, the filthy kid hurried to Mydera, crawling on all fours with every few steps, nearly like a primate. Once he reached her, he made frantic motions with his hands, communicating in the language of the deaf.

I figured that was a safe option and considering that I was to the point of starving, I didn't care what late as long as it would fill me up. Cain turned back to the speaker and ordered the food, speaking German to the sleepy-sounding woman who was taking the order. "Drink?" He asked. "Water." He finished the order and pulled around to the window. The woman handed us the bag of our food as he handed her his card to pay for it. Smelling the hot, salted fries made my mouth water instantly. I rummaged through the bag to find Cain had ordered two boxes of nuggets and ample amounts of fries.

These crapsters brought the worst out of me. “Ho ho ho. Hear the Queen of Immaturity speak,” Jax hissed. “Better than smelling the poopy Vulture King,” I hissed back. “Dirty Goblin” “Dumb Pig” “Potty Mouth” “Barbaric Caveman” “Basic Bitch” “Clothes Whore” “Hey ! I am just an OCS- Over Compulsive Shopper,” Jax protested. “Clothes Whore,” Kai and I deadpanned. “Your moral compass is on fire,” Jax huffed.