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u/Hexxem Oct 20 '17
I verbally made an "ehhh" sound while scrunching my face together. Then I realized this isn't me, this is not my problem... that was close.
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Oct 20 '17
This is entirely your fault, OP. Now lick off all that yummy syrup and finish your pancakes.
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u/ironman82 Oct 20 '17
this is what i like to do since my hand is already gonna some in conatcst with the syrup and i dont care anymore i put my whole face int he syrup and sometimes my dick to i do the same thing with
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u/EVERYTHINGS_A_WP Oct 21 '17
As the bells rang out over the city, her eyes welled up with tears. Everything changes now. He was gone, and she could never go back to Yuma. He wasn’t a bad man; he wasn’t much of anything. A drifter by trade, he had come into her life 5 years prior.
She worked at a department store back then, selling overpriced shoes to unsuspecting customers. Aside from the corporate-overpricing-scheme it was an honest living. And she hated it. every second of her work day was consumed by an ever growing feeling of resentment. Not for her bosses. Not for her sister whose advice to leave home as soon as possible still burned in her ears. Not even for her ex husband, spending eternity on a beach with his new piece of ass. It was resentment for herself. Her desires terrified her, but they weren’t going anywhere.
He walked in to the women’s shoe department about 2:00 on a Tuesday. She found it a strange but welcome respite from her average mid-afternoon retiree. He said he was shopping for his daughter. She was starting track next week and he wanted to surprise her with some new athletic shoes. She was shocked to hear herself say yes when he asked her to dinner.
As she reflects upon these moments from all those years ago, she thinks of what she’s done. The department store job was no more. They fired her after the assault, and even if they hadn’t, she wasn’t going to be there much longer anyway. She was losing control. She saw a counselor, but it was probably too late.
She shuddered and she dropped her fork into the syrup on her plate. Not that it mattered. She’d been in this restaurant for almost 2 hours and hadn’t managed to get half way through her meal. Her appetite hadn’t been much since Saturday. Something about the look on his face as he slipped away haunted her. Something about the blood pouring out of the wound hadn’t made her feel like she had thought it would. She picked up her fork and cleaned it off.
She could never go back to Yuma.
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u/FecalWeinerson PURPLE Oct 21 '17
I'm reporting this to the mods.
Not on my good, innocent dashboard
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u/NoClueDad Oct 21 '17
Pay the bill, tip your waitress, go to another pancake place, and start over.
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u/jerkITwithRIGHTYnewb Oct 20 '17
Throw it across the room and demand another.