Killing Game Quarter
I continued my barrage of jokes, moving my body to face Poppy, “Wanna play sticks and talk?”
“You had me at ‘Wanna’, girl.” Poppy replied, sticking out her fingers, as we engaged in an intense tournament of sticks, while talking about all of the different clothing combinations I could have.
As I expected, Poppy annihilated me at sticks once again, and I didn’t win a single game. Thankfully, once Poppy and I had finished our very cathartic reminder of the good things in our life here, it was around lunch time, and we had gathered enough of a drive to actually get something to eat.
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