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HARD WORK

HARD WORK

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sun, Nov 13, 2016
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Fiction
Action and Thriller
He was tall with bulging muscles, he wore black tinted pilot shades... this man was our drill sergeant "ALRIGHT YA GIRLS THIS HERE IS MY BOOT CAMP... YOU WILL DO WHAT I SAY, WHEN I SAY... IS THAT CLEAR". " HOOAH SERGEANT HOWLE" came the scared voices of the recruits.
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I woke up with the biggest hangover ever. I felt something heavy over my chest, so I looked down. Sure enough, it was him. Trey Parker. School bad boy, rebel, player, minipulater. I screamed loudly, making him wake up and fall on the ground. "What the hell!" he yelled. At this point, I remembered absolutely nothing from last night, especially where i was, so I was screwed. "Oh, no, no, no, no! Please don't tell me I slept with you!" I yelled. He looked confused, but that lasted only a second. He put on his smirk that made any girl weak in the knees, and said those deadly words, "what, you don't remember last night, baby?" I guess it's true, keep your friends close, but your enemies closer.

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