I attacked and ripped open the poor thing.

I attacked and ripped open the poor thing. I stabbed it again and again. I was hungry and this was the law of the jungle. I bit into its soft pink flesh. Watermelon tasted good.
I should say the Law of the Bushveld, a sub-tropical woodland region of Southern Africa. I was in Botswana, hunting down the common ancestor of all watermelon species. My superstit
Ion was that I should sit under the baobab tree daily and write in my journal there instead of at starbucks. So I made that my daily ritual and made friends with a leopard. He said
that he was willing to share his tree, as long as I didn't drink coffee, so I kept quiet about my earlier place at the cafe. One day, he asked me to tell him a story, and I
told him about the time I worked at a cafe. She looked mad when I said this and then, she
went into the bedroom. She came out a few minutes later wearing the French Maid costume I had given her. It was for our private time. But here she was wearing it in public. Irksome
"Go back into the house and do the damn dishes," I shouted at her, "If you are going to wear the private outfit in public, I don't need you to be my wife, you are now just a simple
is it seriuously ?
"Of the utmost seriously, bro," the motorcycle cop said as she handed me a speeding ticket.
However, this Ticket will self-destruct in 10 seconds, so I handed it to Inspector Gadget, and he knew what to do, so did Penny.

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