F.L.A.S.H
He was picking up the chips, looking at them sorrowfully like he had just lost a child in a park.
“You know there’s no saving those chips,” I stated plainly.
He sent me a scowl, as I continued, enjoying his supposed torment, “yep, that’s chip murder, they ought a take you to chip jail. Just let it go, walk away.” I eased.
He grinned, picking a chip as I gasped, “don’t you dare!”
I watched as he plopped it into his mouth, munching away. I gagged as I watched him, “you’re disgusting, you know that?”
Bab Populer