Once I was invited to dinner at the home of Hello Kitty. There was some confidence between us, but did not want to seem rude coming with bare hands, so I went into a supermarket that was under his house and stole a can of chicken with vegetables.
Hello Kitty I opened the door, wrapped in a gown of lace: for the house was a strong smell of roasted chicken with potatoes.
started in a cold sweat: she seemed not to notice, or perhaps it was too kind to let me out. He took the box from my hands as it was the best gift they had ever done and took her into the kitchen, leaving me sit on the leather sofa that filled the living room. I heard him fumbling with the can opener and I slowly returned to the heart beat normally.
I asked if I could use the bathroom I needed to refresh the face.
Hello Kitty I cried like I could do at my house: there was a litter of my own if I needed it.
not have the courage to confess that I was constipated.
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