A week after the whole candy shop incident, I lay in my hospital bed, Wendylyn by my side.
"You know i hate you, you fucking sewer rat," I say to her, a hint of affection probs hidden deep deep deep deep deep deep deep, and I mean DEEP, down somewhere in my cold, dead eyes.
"#LIT 🤑💯🔥," she says, looking at me and then down at my tits. They really look perky as fuck in this hospital gown.
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Six months later, Wendylyn and I sit together in my bed back home, noshing on some Twizzlers™, watching Jacob Clitoris's youtube channel. I mean, I know Rolfy almost brutally ended my life not too long ago, but I can't deny, that kid is a comedy GENIUS.
". . .Boi you look like a burnt sweet potato!" As Wendylyn and I burst out laughing at Jacob's sick burn, I turn to her and stare at her rodent-like smile.
"Shithead?" I call out Wendylyn's nickname.
"Yes?"
"Lesbihonest here, you are average at best, but clearly nothing compared to the hunkiness that is Jacob Sandbag."
"Yes."
"Tbh you know I'll still always like Jacob more than you, right."
"Ok, my dude."
"Ok."
"Maybe ok could be our always," that fucking white trash pubewad has the nerve to say.
"No, you ugly fucking whore bag."
I kill her.
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Jacob Sartorius and a Candy Shop Lovestory
FanficHey guys!! First of all, I would like to thank the Twizzlers&Co organization for sponsoring this book! So, just sit back, relax, relapse again as you read this masterpiece.
