Hebron Harvest Fair
Gilead St
Hebron, Connecticut
Clyde: *eating fried dough*
Allie: *eating nachos*
West Virginia Hillbilly: Is there any moonshine round here?
Greta: No! *laughs*
Erica: Not here! *chuckles*
Annabelle: *eating a chili cheese dog*
Steven: How long are we gonna stay here?
Ken: Till everyone is tired.
Steven: But it's my birthday! I want to celebrate it at Jon's Restaurant!
Ken: Maybe later!
Steven: I freaking hate this!
Evan: You can always get pizza here ya know!
Steven: It's too greasy!
Grant: No it's not!! Come on, man!
Steven: Its my birthday! Why did they have to have this stupid fair on my special day?!
Ken: You don't stop being a sorehead, I'll beat you up!
Steven: Two things; There are people here, and it's my birthday!
Ken: *laughing* I love you, Steven! *beats up Steven*
Steven: *getting beat up and*
Woman: I bet he gets beat up on a daily basis!
Roger: He does!
Ken: *still beating up Steven*
Steven: *still getting beat up*
This story was written on Friday, September 6th, 2024.
A/N Steven, shut up!! You're at a fair! Live a little!! 😅😅😅😅😅 Don't be a silent reader. Please leave feedback. Thanks.
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