Julia Terrace
Middletown, Connecticut
Aaron: *raids Breanca's fridge* Is there any Kraft singles?
Aaron: *annoyed* What?
Magic-96: You're raiding my fridge! This is MY house, and I don't appreciate you opening my fridge without my permission!
Aaron: I'm sorry! Do you have Kraft Singles?
Aaron: I was gonna make a grilled cheese sandwich.
Magic-96: Again, you don't live here! You're not being a very good guess! Time to go in the time out box!
Aaron: I'm an adult!
Magic-96: I don't care! Get in! *opens the brown, shiny box with a keyhole*
Aaron: *gets in the box*
Magic-96: *slams the box shut, and locks it with the key* I think I will go to 5 Guys, before it closes for the night. *walks outside, and closes the front door*
Aaron: *still locked in the box*
This story was written on Tuesday, September 17th, 2024.
A/N Aaron, you earned yourself a time out in a box! 😅😅😅😅😅 Don't be a silent reader. Please leave feedback. Thanks.
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