I couldn't stop thinking about my great aunt Hillary and how I despised her. My heart only belongs to the bern man. I called him up real quick and asked for him to come over. "I have something to tell you" he rushes over with the speed of dat boi. "Oh shit waddup" he said to me as he walk in the hotel room. "Hillary," I say in a deep sort of moan," is my aunt" I say ashamed. He looks me in the eyes, I lose myself in the deep blue pools that he calls eyes sockets. I fall asleep. I wake up and I see his bare back in the covers next to me. I let out a cry of excitement because I am looking forward to the bern babies. I see dried cummies on the sheet and let out a shriek of pure joy.
