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Kate and MarmaladeThe Adventures of Kate and Marmalade
Marmalade stretched out in the morning sun. The cool grass surrounding him provided a nice contrast to the warmth of the first beams of light. He had stayed awake most of the night prowling the yard for intruders and prey. It was a fruitful endeavor, leading him to capture four moths and an unfortunate frog. Needless to say, he was very pleased with himself.
"And now the mighty hunter rests." Marmalade thought to himself in the best British accent he could come up with. Having seen so many nature shows on the glowy-box he had come to the conclusion that all humans doing those shows were required to have British accents. This tickled him. Humans are so weird. His right ear twitched.
"Oh god Kate! I know you are out there. Listen if you pounce on me I swear I am going to beat you within an inch of your life!"
He looked around cautiously and sighed. "Huh. I guess it wasn't her."
"POUNCE!!!" Kate yelled with glee as she tackled Marmalade from an a
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May stormed out of the room in a fit of rage. The tears welled in her eyes but she wouldn't cry. Not in front of them. She ran up the stairs trying to make as much noise as possible. So they would know how upset she was. Finally, making it to her room, she slammed and locked the door. For about five minutes she paced the room taking deep hiccupping breaths in an attempt to calm herself. She finally gave in to the tears, flopped onto the bed, and cried. May sobbed into her pillow for almost half an hour until she was simply unable to cry anymore.
"There's no way around it is there?" She asked to no one in particular.
You see, Mays parents are very wealthy and have given her the life of luxury for many years. But they were never really there for her. Always on business trips or anniversary vacations. It was almost as though they never had a daughter. Until she turned seventeen. Once that happened this whole problem started. Her parents believe in arranged marriage and
LatreuophobiaI wash off sick-sweet orange lipstick in front of a mirror as dusty as gothic romances. It tastes like oblivion, that is to say, like nothing my tongue can detect.
The door opens with a creak no private restroom could emulate. Some chick with blue bobbed hair and smeared eyeliner. I looked like that once. Ten years ago.
Getting the beer out of my hair is harder. Some men just can't take it when I'd rather they not kiss my feet or call me an angel or-
“Dayum girl, you look like a goddess.”
I gulp, taste of acid.
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