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Chapter 4
by Xaero_one
Break the ice?
Leave the kitchen
As you step away you trip and fall to the ground, your gown gets hooked on the kettle causing it to fall and spill hot water all over your back. The mug in your hands breaks as you hit the floor and the sharp broken edges find your face, piercing your the skin of your temples. You're dead.
Moral of the story, rude pricks die first.
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A Quiet Sunday
How to pass the time
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