It was her. Couldn’t go in. Made it now. She did. Birthday even if. Wanted it she did. Chocolate scream. Keep on, drive. There, in her mind at least. Risky trap don’t. Weigh it find out true, holed up cake her him no one else. Pup don’t put much stress. Visible shame, might not find, out. She went in. Cake. She did.
your (g)host:
ZACK WENTZ
