Curveball Unblocked Novels & Stories

"...What's emotionally constipated?" "You'll learn when you're older." The opening soundtrack played through the television, and I happily reached into the family-sized bag of spicy chips resting between us. This house had surprisingly good snacks. I'd found instant ramen. Chocolate. Potato chips. Popcorn. Cookies. Ice cream. At this point, kidnapping had become an all-inclusive vacation package. Matias stole another handful before I could. "Hey!" "You were distracted." "That's called theft." "It's called sharing."