"So that's were babies come from?" Misha gasped at Tate's false version of the truth. Tate just nodded vigorously, big eyed. Seconds later,
"Got paint?" Tate smirked with sinister intentions in mind.
An hour later, Misha finished painting every inch of exposed skin on Tate, red. They played music throughout the house quietly but enough to confuse Jack, her twin bruder. Luring him from the cave called his room. Tate stood pressed against the wall across from him. Blending into the red wall. Misha stood at the end of the long hall, meant to distract him for Tate to scare him. In unfortunate circumstances, Tate had an urge to sneeze. She scrunched her nose up and held her breath. It wasn't successful. She leaned forward towards Jack, sneezing right on him. In instinct, Jack cocked his arm and laid it across Tate's face. She fell to the ground in a loud thud. Jack jolted his head to his twin. They both had the face expression of unintelligence across their faces.
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ComédieMy life but in an alternate universe. Same people, different names, and slight change in personality. Join Tate and her exasperating friends, on their journey to see how dumb a human can actually be. Skeet bro.
