chapter 27, praise the lord, donuts!

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Camilla-

I flop on the couch like nothing is wrong, and babble a few sentences, I finally shut up and pick out a jelly donut from the package of donuts 50 is holding out for me.

"Thanks," I say, and take a big bite. Funny how much energy it takes being with Marshall takes out of you.

Marshall, who sits down in a recliner glares at 50, and unlike me, does not accept  a donut from the box 50 offers him.

" C'mon, Marshall, take a donut, dog! You know you love the Botson Cream ones! I got one just for you!!!!" 50 exclaims, thinking Marshall is just being playful or teasing 50 with that glare, but Marshall just keeps on glareing, and 50 Realizes that Marshall is NOT playing around. 

50's smile slowly melts, and he puts the package back on his lap as he sits back in his chair. 

"So," 50 says, turning his head back to me, " How was your night?"

"Um . . ." I say, and sneak a peak at Marshall, his face is now a alarming  shade of tomato, and I think I can see a bit of vein sticking out of his head.

"Out." Marshall says.

"What?" I ask confused as hell.

" Out." he says to me, "Now."

What am I some sort  of dog? 

"Okay, " I say, and get up from my seat, donut in hand, and walk towards the kitchen, because this bitch needs coffee with a capital 'C'. Also, I want to hear Marshal and 50 talk, so bonus!

As I walk through the kitchen, and glance at the mirror, and stop and check myself out. 

Hair, decent

clothes, okay

face, totally cute

face?

no pimples, not zits, pale complextion.

with a side of powdered sugar.

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