It was easy to pulverize the pills. I used the big knife for cutting bread, and its weight helped a lot. I mixed it with the sugar we will sprinkle on the cookies. Doe returns. She opens the oven and now there’s a big cookie sheet on the table. They smell great. I smile.
“Congrats to us, I think we did a good job. Don’t you agree?”, she comments. The way she prepared everything was so professional. I seriously think she would make a very talented baker. Maybe even own a shop. I’d buy all her cookies every day. I help her untie her apron and she tightens her ponytail. There’s something motherly about her mannerisms. I imagine her staying up with her drunk friend all night to make sure they’re alright.
“Monten, come over here! Where are you?” Shit. They’re calling me from the table. “Don’t worry, I’ll sprinkle them with sugar! It’s not difficult or anything”, she tells me. I nod and take a seat. The fake pearls on Ortance’s neck are bright like the smile that makes her plump cheeks look disgustingly jolly. So proud of her sweet son, for sure. “Have a seat!”, my aunt encourages me. She’s got lipstick on her teeth.
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[Dinner Party of Bliss 🍷]
Bí ẩn / Giật gânMonten is a nineteen year old with a peculiar fascination with using drugs to get what he wants from others. Some people are invited as guests in the house. And nothing questionable could possibly happen.
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