Jello

by Mira   Jul 15, 2009


He took the first piece.

Then, incensed, I snarled, with open nostrils, flaring, glaring at the red, seeing red, only red.

My heart skipped a beat.

My piece was neater.

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  • 15 years ago

    by Kianna

    I dont really get it......

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