ARAMIDE
imprinted on its back.
The ride home was bearable, taking into consideration the fact that Bola was passing meaningful Comments throughout the ride, I turned to glare at her when she compared me to a Tomato, Seriously? What's up with this girl? Of all the beautiful veggies in the world? a tomato?
"Finally," I sighed as I Entered The apartment I considered home, Everything seemed neat and well kept, after all, I had a friend with a special case of OCD, who was apparently in the last stage, If it was up to the curly-haired girl, the whole house would smell like bleach... Wait. I smell bleach...
BOLA!!!!
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