Prunella's father had warned her about the

Prunella's father had warned her about the GIs she'd meet while working at the Canteen: "Overpaid, oversexed, and over here." But with bombs falling on London, caution seemed
unnecessary. She could be dead in a second and she'd never felt the embrace of a man. Never felt warm flesh against hers. Tenderness. That's what she craved. When the bombs drove
them underground society broke apart like a puff pastry shot out of a cannon. All that highschool crap had melted away like dirty snow. Now she was left with these fourteen
marbles in the palm of her hand. The others waited expectantly. Would she remember how to play? She didn't but that wouldn't stop her from
throwing them up in the air. They hit the ground and scattered everywhere. Andi did not see the clear marbles and slipped. She was so embarrassed in front of her new friends.
Because this had never happened to her. she ran home and played with the glass balls she had under a chair because she wanted to get better at playing with marbles.
she needed to pratice for her boyfriend. He had told her last night that she was horrible.
With a smile she was smacked off the barstool she was sitting on. He was beating her like Chris Brown. Hallie leaped at him like a graceful gazzelle and began to fart all over him.
With a light of a match the place was in flames. Still beating him like a black guy wolfing down a bucket of fried chicken she started eating him bite by bite.
mmmm he tasted oh so GOOD

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