Smiling as he smelt her perfume,
Dinner with the girlfriend, returning from the restroom.
Grabbing his throat when sipping soup; it was off!
10x spicier than normal; he started to cough.
Looking up, he turned red…
“Like it hot? Or didn’t you scream that to my best friend in bed?”
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To my fans, this is my promise to you. A promise to help get this day into hindsight’s view. Something to make you smile. Something to entertain for a while. I hereby declare to use my skills to display - A new and creative short-story, for your pleasure, every single day!
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