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Last Night.
It was the 5th of Fall, and i had just finished collecting the eggs from the chickens and brushing Shakira, my amiable cow. I was riding Queen Latifa, my horse, to my other cottage across town to see if my eggplants and yams had ripened yet, when i was startled by an unseemly noise. I heard a rustle behind me around my triangular table, but i attributed it to some sort of draft. A few moments later, the noise repeated itself, and so I decided to investigate. I allready knew the bitter truth of the situation, but my conciousness avoided it it as I carefully approached. Nestled in between my broken printer and my Academic Decathlon messenger bag was a rather large and oblong brown unbelonging object, about the size of a McChicken Nugget. I quickly turned on a light, but to my dismay, the object anticipated my move and had positioned itself in hiding. As if audaciously, it presented itself, and i gaspingly ran to the kitchen. As i searched below the kitchen sink, my conciousness caught itself up to speed, just in time to take necessary action. I returned to the alien object's holdout and waited in cautionary silence. Always over-confident, the object broke its cover and revealed itself again, but this time I had the upper-hand. ... Shit, some Raid later and that fuckin bitch was dead, but its still lying there on its back, gross. Somebody clean it up for me.
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It was the 5th of Fall, and i had just finished collecting the eggs from the chickens and brushing Shakira, my amiable cow. I was riding Queen Latifa, my horse, to my other cottage across town to see if my eggplants and yams had ripened yet, when i was startled by an unseemly noise. I heard a rustle behind me around my triangular table, but i attributed it to some sort of draft. A few moments later, the noise repeated itself, and so I decided to investigate. I allready knew the bitter truth of the situation, but my conciousness avoided it it as I carefully approached. Nestled in between my broken printer and my Academic Decathlon messenger bag was a rather large and oblong brown unbelonging object, about the size of a McChicken Nugget. I quickly turned on a light, but to my dismay, the object anticipated my move and had positioned itself in hiding. As if audaciously, it presented itself, and i gaspingly ran to the kitchen. As i searched below the kitchen sink, my conciousness caught itself up to speed, just in time to take necessary action. I returned to the alien object's holdout and waited in cautionary silence. Always over-confident, the object broke its cover and revealed itself again, but this time I had the upper-hand. ... Shit, some Raid later and that fuckin bitch was dead, but its still lying there on its back, gross. Somebody clean it up for me.
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