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((hey, everyone else…join in?This coupling over here should more of an…orgy? LMAO, a literary orgy. What a concept))
She pushes open the heavy door, and enters the farm house, hanging her cloak on a nail in the wall, and turn towards the kitchen table.
Let’s do a “campfire story”! I’ll start the story, with one sentence. You reply to MY sentence with another one. (try to keep it NOT X rated, ok!?) Let’s see where our story takes us!
On a dark night, a girl stood under the pale moonlight, looking out to the sea.
“I never fucking back out,” Roger retorted. “And besides, we all remember what happens to Sammie when shit gets heavy.”
Sammie blushed, and remembered the day that she met Roger and everything started falling down.