THE woman.

THE woman.

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"Hey Those were my Cereal First!" I say looking at the woman With very wavy Blonde hair And glistening Blue eyes Looks like she could be model. "Oh darling, That's too bad Better luck next time tho" She says while patting my back and walking off. "No don't fucking walk away, Give me my fucking cereal back" I tell her with a deadpanned Tone while blocking her way "Darling, What are you going to do Fight me.?" She says While chuckling and Moving me out of her way By my waist. Her and that stupid British accent at least she smelled good. Her perfume Is vanilla scent it's a very blissful smell.
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