Chapter 4- ★Regain & Regret★ (short chapter)

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Well, I certainly didn't think the donkey would walk me home, but he did. On the way, he offered to stop at a nearby gas station to get a slushy. He was probably trying to poison me.. But that wasn't the case. Once I accepted his request, he smiled at me soberly, seeming as though he actually did want a slushy. We walked into the gas station and he got sour patch Kids and a grape slush and well, as for me, I got lemon heads and a coke slushy. And of course, as he was checking out, he got- "1 pack of Marlboro please." I have no clue how he likes it. But the cashier rung up $21.25 (USD). Stanley dug through his pockets, being 3 (U.S) dollars short. I felt bad so I handed him some money and he smiled.. Again. His quirky smile is... Odd. But we got the stuff and before we could head out, we were yelled at. "Let me see your ID!!" What was rather stupid, why didnt you check that first? I just groaned and handed the man my ID. He gave me back my ID and let us on our way. As we were walking, Stan seemed limp, maybe becoming hungover. The poor thing doesn't know what to do with itself. Ew, why do I feel bad for this beast of what people call a man? Well anywho, I just got him home. He plopped onto the couch with a loud, heavy sigh. It was amusing to see him realize what that stupid alcohol and nic. can do to a man. He looked up at me regretfully, it was a little sad to see him so pathetic. I'm hoping he's alri- EWWWW I GOT TO STOP CARING ABOUT THIS OLD WRINKLY ELEPHANT TESTICLE. His home was trashy, something I couldn't stand to leave untouched. As he was rubbing his eyes and groaning on the couch, I decided to clean for him. "What the fuck are you doing, Greg?" I'm not Greg, although it was a cute nickname, I didnt say such to that wildebeest. "Well, I'm cleaning your so-called home. It's like a junk yard!" He.. groaned... in disappointment. For once...the man notices his filth. Y'know, maybe he's not all that bad. Maybe he's innocent.. Nah. Why the hell would he be?

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