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Notifications popping up like popcorn. And then I saw it. MARK ARTHUR SPOTTED IN WILD BALCONY SEX WITH 24-YEAR-OLD ASSISTANT! The headline was in bold. The picture? Blurry, but unmistakable. His hands on my hips. My back arched. His mouth on my neck. Clear enough to ruin lives. “Shit,” I muttered, tossing the phone aside as the bathroom door opened and Mark stepped out, towel around his waist, hair damp, looking like every woman’s wet dream.

Windows with yellow curtains that let in streams of afternoon sunlight. “See?” Rosie said, spreading her arms wide like she was presenting a kingdom. “Isn't it perfect?” I nodded enthusiastically and gave her a thumbs up, which made her beam with pride. “Come look at my stuffed animals,” she said, dragging me toward a corner where at least two dozen plush toys were arranged on shelves and in a hammock hung from the ceiling. “This is Mr. Whiskers, he's a cat but he thinks he's a lion. And this is Princess Sparkle, she's a unicorn who can fly but only on Tuesdays. And this is Doctor Bear, he helps when the other animals get sick.”

The pups were starting to play a little rough. It had been amusing at first, watching them jump and tumble around with that squeaky little rubber alien with the big googly eyes, but now two of them had the squeak toy in their jaws and were playing a little tug-o-war with it, threatening to tear it in two, while the third was eagerly coming up to snatch it away from both of them.

"Picked up a few things for you. Underwear, basics. Didn't want you running around naked all the time. Looks tacky, you know?" I pulled out a set of plain panties and a bra, holding them up. "Hope they fit. I eyeballed your size earlier." I eased the panties up her legs, humming as the fabric slid into place. Then the bra—snapping it shut with careful hands. When done, I tilted my head, admiring my handiwork. "Not bad. I did good, huh? Let's just hope Aunt Flow isn't planning a visit anytime soon. Pads weren't exactly on my shopping list."

He flopped down and rested his head on his paws. Presents were opened after everybody had his or her fill of cake and ice cream. Iris received some nice ones. From Alma, she got a ‘Pop Purse Fidget Toy Bag’ and a box of ‘Munchkin Bath Crayons’, totally washable. From Bruce, a ‘Disney My First Instant Camera’ and from Albert, a ‘Storytime Chess’. From Kimberly and her kids, a ‘Rock Painting Kit’ and several storybooks, and from Daphne and Norman, a ‘Star Projector Night Light.’

He asked with wishful eyes but I was so impatient to want to play games now because I would so obviously fail so it was better not to play the game at all so I gave him a frown and shook my head from side to side "You know I'm not good at guessing games so just tell me what you have got in your hands already please or I'll die of curiosity and I know you very much don't want that" I finish off while trying to stretch my neck to see what was happening behind him but my pregnancy would not let me see as far as his legs. He laughed at my statement and then he pulled something from behind him and in seeing my confusion because I didn't know what that was, "It's a baby monitor," he said, holding

I was stuck here. (Flashback Ends) "So that was how toy came to this pack, wow," Issac said after I recounted my story. I simply smiled and ruffled his hair. "Nina! Isaac!" Someone called our. Not just someone, Blossom. She was the only one that came in her unannounced like that. "Blossom!" Issac called excitedly as he rushed to hug her. "Hello, little boy," she teased him "I am not little," he pouted. "Thank you for the food,"

They are the primary distributor of various vintage toys such as dolls, teddy bears, plushies, and remote-controlled toys. They utilize advanced technology to produce new toys based on market demand. The document was about the new plushies that will be placed in game outlets at malls and arcades. "If I were you, I would choose this one. Claw machines are especially popular among couples and kids, who are the primary collectors of plushies," I suggested, pointing to the second option. The poster depicts a joyful family portrait, along with a young couple surrounded by plushies and other designs. The color scheme is subtle, and the slogan is quite catchy.

I trailed off again. "In fact?" Sammy prompted. "I may have mixed poppy in with the black salt I made so that it would confuse the vampires and make us less visible." I finished with another cringe. I stared down at my hands for a moment before I could look up at the others who were completely silent. I looked to Tommy first who smirked and looked down at me proudly. Then I glanced at Sammy who looked like she was trying not to laugh. Cash and Locke looked dumbfounded. "You just made it up? On the spot like that? And the council bought it?" Locke burst out after a moment.

“No explosives, no biologicals. Addressed to you. No return address.” Caius approached the table, his eyes narrowed. It was a flat, rectangular parcel, wrapped in plain brown paper. Too small for a document box, too large for a letter. Lynn watched from the doorway of the living room, a cold dread prickling his skin. In this world, an unexpected package was never a gift.