Three Months Contract
Giselle screamed in excitement.
"Tread quietly, okay?" Thomas warned.
"Why?" She asked, scattering the clothes on the floor.
"Why?! So we don't miss the trousers!" He answers, picking a trousers. "Not pink!" He screams.
"Relax!" She cautioned, picking another trouser.
"Not pink!" Thomas screamed again, throwing a bunch of trousers on the floor again. "I'm tired!"
"You can't be!" She screamed at him.
"But, I am!" He screamed back.
"A pink trouser and a white polo," She said, picking and throwing clothes that didn't match her description.
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