I woke up naked, ofc, and to my shock, was shocked to find that I felt insanely sick. I ran to the shitter. I was wretching my guts out into the golden potty. My tummy gurgled in pain. Tears leaked out of my eyelids at the sheer force of my vomit, so hard as if I was sucking a dick. I don't know how that relates, it just does. Both of those make tears be released.
Hemingway rushed in. "What's wrong my darling baby sugar pop pussy babe?"
"I'm puking uwu"
"Why's you puking shawty bae babes?"
"I moufht be pregnant?!?! 😱😱😱😱🤯🤯🤯🤯😳😳😳😳🫨🫨🫨🫨😵😵😵🥵🥵🥵🥵😫😫😫😣😣😣😣🤮🤮🤮🤮🤧🤧🤧🤧🙀🙀🙀🙀"
"But we've only had sex 5 thousand 7 hundred 95 million 82 times?!!!!!" He reoteed.
"I know papy but this is real, my tummy wummy rlly hurting 😫😫"
"Okay babe baby sugar poppy coochie woochie moochie plumpy rumpy baby poo, let's go to the hospitaal."
He bridal carried me to the hosblais not even bothering to dress us first. We walked into the emergency room and everyone gasped!
"Its him" some woman said loudly.
"Its the mafia boss!" another woman shrieked.
'pls save my pookie bear hunny booboo he is getting sick.:" he said
I vomited in his mouth and then he moaned.
they took me to a room and ran some tests...
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Grammar. - A Love Story (GrammarlyXbad boy/mafia boss)
RomanceGrammarly is homeless, and then meets a mafia boss and falls deeply and irrevocably in love with him and his beautiful blue orbs, oh, and we can't forget his massive bobs. (THIS IS PURE SATIRE)
