It happened one Summer night, I guess that's the easiest way to put it. The only problem was that it wasn't Summer and it was sometime during the afternoon.
We were munching on toasts together. I didn't tell them that toasts were against my religion. I don't know if I tried to be cool or just impress myself. Either way I was sinning, badly. I knew that my God , Bread , was staring at me in disgust from the ground below. Just thinking of him being ashamed of me made me feel uncomfortable. So I excused myself with a mouthful of toast and went behind a bush to spit it out.
We ( me and them , them being a singular ) were in a field that day. It was Winter but it was hot, very hot. Maybe because it was summer? No, it was probably just the fact that the autumn breeze was late. Same thing happened in spring... but spring is today and today is summer. It's night in the afternoon. My favorite time. Why? Because that's when I take out a slice of bread , which I keep in my pocket , and inhale it's fine aroma through my nostrils. Ah yes! Just the thought of its scent makes me want to scream from pleasure.
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Its beauty is one of a kind. Thanks.
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VampierA delightful piece full of pleasure and awe. I update whenever I want. It takes me around 3 months to write a part. I'm an author not a scumbag.
