Retarded Stuff Novels & Stories

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" I threw them on the table and sighed. "What the hell is this? Don't they have any work to do other than invading others' privacy? Bloody morons, putting assumptions without any basis."

Isabelle crossed her arms across her chest in triumph, proud of her excellent response. And then Celia, without thinking, chimed in. "Yeah, man. Ash IS retarded!" She shouted at the young man, annoyed. Ash and Izzy looked incredulously at Celia. Celia only caught herself after she'd already blurted out her words. She had meant to say "isn't retarded" but had slurred her words, the meaning tripping over her twisted tongue, landing wrong outside the catch of her teeth. "I mean, she is NOT retarded!"

Good lord, the amount of info abt her. @camerontaylornotswift yess, good lord are their sources good! @cammmmon Omg yes!! I read it and my mouth just fell open.. like?? THEY GOT SO MUCH INFOR ABT HER!! AND SHE IS RETARDED??? @taylorfixme the fuck- dont throw the word 'retarded' around just like that??? and it might just have been for depression or anxiety?? @camnic5ever y r we even discussing abt this so much?? ugh, we all know she is nothing but one of those occasional lays he has to put up with in order to hide his relationship with dominic from the public eye. #camnicisreal

Plum reminded the old memories to elderly people. “Your generations are getting better than the older generations. From time to time, there was no rice, only wild vegetables, cassava…. Did not dream of a meal with white rice, meat, and fish. Some of the elderly people ran their tears to remember a difficult time. When the group of charity used the meal. The little comrades replenish their energy with a snack at home. Corn jelly and fruit. “Eating late is not good for the health,” Dean spoke up. “Hey, a machine. Can you throw that scientific theory in the trash? Sometimes people need to live in freedom, always in boxes. Too boring.” Daisy said, didn’t care that Dean's face got darker and dark

She had so many pictures and videos to share with her friends, that she refused to spend hours uploading it all twice, first to F******k and then to the Hey, Jay! Jim frowned when she sent him a link to F******k. “Come to Suckerborg county to take a look.” Barbara was getting dressed for the opening of an art gallery they’d been invited to, and it looked like he had time to read Shakespeare’s complete works before she was ready. “I’ll be downstairs,” he said. He grabbed a beer and a joint and went to sit by the swimming pool, at the deck opening to the beach three hundred feet away. He took the time to see every picture and watch every video.

Poppy and I simultaneously leaned forward to put our coffee mugs down on the thick wooden coffee table in front of us. Both Alpha Brock and Beta Pete looked as if they could do with more than just a coffee themselves. Their barely aging faces looked stony and cold, beyond annoyed, frustrated to fuck and just plain old fed up.

"You… you’re lying! I get it. You don’t want to give him back, so you purposely registered him with a younger age!" Everyone burst into mocking laughter. They all thought Sophie had gone mad. Just then, Professor Helen Ward from Sterling University stepped forward. "You’re the one lying. If what you’re saying were true, his admission to the Young Innovators Program would be revoked immediately. I will report this to the Department of Education. And I will also request a police investigation, because Miles Harper was fifteen when he applied."

The comments froze. One second. Two. Three. Then the floodgates burst. [Wait. WHAT?] [Nearly half a million dollars for a company retreat? Overwater villas? Business class? That's forced overtime?] [I checked the contract. Business class flights, overwater villas, and $2,000 per person. That's not an evil boss. That's a freaking saint.] [Sophie, are you actually insane? You reported this company?] The comments flew by faster and faster.

Pressure built fast in my core, but just as I was about to tip over the edge, he stopped. I let out a frustrated, broken sound. He walked away from the desk for a moment. When he returned, he was holding something new. “I was hoping to save this for later,” he said, voice low and amused. “But a crazy slut like you will probably like it now.” My mind had already been so scrambled, I didn't even notice when he'd walked back. “I was hoping to save this for later. But a crazy slut like you will probably like it now.” I had no idea what he was referring to.