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I was reading my Phucket Ladybull Review

  • I was reading my Phucket Ladybull Review out on the garden porch enjoying the murmur of the evenings light rain when i started to hear a puttering car engine coming from across the

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  • blasted, war torn copra plantation. After an hour the sound of the car hadn't come any closer. The interminable puttering, puttering was driving me batty. I grabbed my umbrella and

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  • immediately dropped it. "Whoops! Butterfingers!"

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  • The Butterfingers stood up and shook their fists. "Why do we always get blamed for people dropping things? It's a crime against candy!" The Mars Bars rolled their eyes and sighed,

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  • “Wow, Butterfingers. You’re talking to us? Go live in your trash can or wherever you keep your disgusting selves,” said the Mars Bars. The Skittles felt bad, but didn’t speak up

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  • so left, then came back. The Butterfinger was there alone. As the Skittles approached Butterfingers, a dark figure came up, but it wasn't any of the Mars Bars

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  • or Snickers. No, this was a more sinister sweet: the Liquorice. The Skittles and the Butterfingers quailed with fear as the black, sinewy rope approached them.

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  • “Hello,” said Liquorice, ingratiating himself with the other candy. “Have a taste!” he said slyly, extending a strand of himself. The Skittles shook their heads “No,” backing away.

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  • The old Bonomo Turkish Taffy (banana flavored and pre-expiration-date) from the back of the shelf nodded his head sagely. "You are wise not to taste the licorice, Skittles," he sai

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  • d, "for it was best before. Also, it reduces testosterone - but maybe the time has come for us to stop whispering these sweet nothings anyway."

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2 Comments

  1. Woab Jun 28 2019 @ 14:59

    Oh yeah, angelfish!

  2. angelfish Jun 28 2019 @ 15:22

    Thanks! Loving our work all :)

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