The Photo Collector
As she recovered her body back, she fixed the folds and creases of her night gown (It’s true, it’s only a few hours past lunch but she was already on her slumber outfit), and said, “That’s somewhat similar to how it actually works, yes! But the one who was asked to spill a truth or do a dare should be the one who would spin the bottle next. So technically, it’s Jermaine’s turn.”
Without saying a word, Jermaine handed the bottle from Samantha. She placed it horizontally at the center of the circle, and clipped her fingers on the body of the container. With a fair amount of force, she twirled it so fast that it jumped out of its place. The swivelling continued until it bumped into Benedict’s l
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