(Please)Never Let Me Go
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MatureOngoing42m
Last published Mon, Aug 20, 2018
"Ok, I have to be strong in front of him, show no emotion", I said to myself.
"Hey, Ron", I said to Ronald as if there wasn't enough awkwardness in the room.
"Hey baby, I was just looking for you in the pile of pancakes", he said back to me.
I was too hungry to care about his jokes. I shouldn't have stayed in bed for as long as I did.
"Anyway I saved you some food", said Ronald.
Those words were like silk to my ears. I quickly grabbed the plate and shoved my face. The only thing you could hear was my chewing and "mmm" echoing through the kitchen.
"Slow down sugar bear, that's not the only sausage you're going to eat tonight".
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