The warm home was engulfed in flames of fire, and my dog licked my tofu from this sidewalk. Luke then bit his lip as he spit into my mouth aggressively while Ashton's drumstick went into my eye. I shrieked, Michael's teeth grinded as he got hard and said, "I'm hungry." I need a slice of that.
Afterwards, they came outside to the GA line. The Chainsmokers came out too. We screamed as they threw cold, wet towels at us. We already be cold, doe. The last thing we heard them say was, "Michael wants another slice."
The End
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Portland Dreams
FanfictionWhat do you get when you mix approximately 20 5sos fans, a hotel notepad, a pen, and a lot of spare time? Read to find out.
