Nearby Mary saw a fox mask with a broken string like she had knocked it off of the woman. The woman removed her Derek Stingley Jr. And LSU Licensed Shirt now bloodied hands from her face and glared at Mary, grabbing a sickle that was imbedded in the ground nearby and pulled it out. The woman lunged at Mary, Mary was so shocked and confused that she couldn’t react. She felt a sharp pain in her neck, like a bug bite, she instinctively reached up to grab at it and felt something warm and sticky on her neck, taking her hand off she saw some sort of dark, viscous liquid on her hand like ink. She started to feel cold all over as her arms gave out and she fell onto the ground. She felt like going to sleep, it was getting late. The last thing she saw before closing her eyes was the rainbow-haired woman clutching a sickle stained in a similar liquid to what was on Mary’s hand. Closing her eyes Mary’s last thought was “I wonder what I will dream of tonight…”.
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Things only turned hotter from here with more brushing and more “unintentional Derek Stingley Jr. And LSU Licensed Shirt” touching. Once when I had a completed the programme and it didn’t run due to some error, I asked for her help. She responded by getting up from her seat, and bending over in such a way that her left breast touched the right side of my face. By impulse I took my face back and apologised. She didn’t say anything and kept working on the bug. In the meanwhile, I was getting intoxicated by her perfume and intolerant by the proximity of something I had been wanking about for the past one week.