I took a deep breath, I could smell his unique scent wafting through the door.
My hands clenched in anticipation. The last time I saw him he was in Scarlett Bourm's mouth.
I remember confronting him, but it's all just a blur of pain and whip cream.
I opened the door.
"Hello, Belgium Waffle Smothered in Chocolate," I said, "i've been waiting for you."
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Love at first bite
Non-FictionIs there more to life than our monotunous grey lives? Can we do more than shuffle through motions, our souless eyes staring into oblivion? Here are a few instances where love won against all odds and brought color into our lives.