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"Do you think iwatches are gonna take over

  • "Do you think iwatches are gonna take over the world?" I looked at Zombie Bob who was
  • picking a scab out of his dangling ear. Predictably, Zombie Bob didn't answer. I needed to come up with a plot for world domination, but was fresh out of ideas. "Pickle?" I asked
  • Remember that particular day of December when we were both 10 in Grandma's garden ? Remember our promise, right ?"
  • I tried to looking knowing, but I really couldn't remember the particular day or the promise we made. Grandma's garden? I remember the old tire swing, the shed with Grandpa's tools
  • where Grandpa hid his porn collection and buried the gardener he shot by accident, missing that damn squirrel. Yes, there was a lot of nostalgia in Grandma's garden, but a promise?
  • Knowing my grandparents, it be some large inheritance in gold bars or the body of my previously unknown twin. Either way, my shovel had bounced off of a deeply buried box.
  • By the time I got the lid oft my grandparents' mysterious treasure box, it was almost dawn. Filled with trepidation, I poked the dark bundle with my shovel, and to my shock, it
  • snarled at me in Elvish. The snarls were enthralling. Then I remembered the snarls WERE enthralling. I slammed the lid shut. I locked the treasure box. My grandparents had an elf.
  • But why did my grandparents keep their elf locked in a treasure box hidden beneath the floor under the bed? Hopefully I hadn't been enthralled by its Elvish snarls. I didn't feel
  • like finishing that thought, and so I went back to bed and turned off the light. Goodnight.

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