Lyst Stories
Based on "Winter" by William ShakespeareWhen ghastly melons guard the door,And coloured sugars come by the bag,And fields of grass wear green no more,And leaves begin to wilt and sag. When the bones of nature litter our floor,Then Jack grows into a witchly hag,Makeup and wig Come out at last, While greedy children knock at the gate.When days grow short and nights. And as anyone can tell you- love hurts. A lot. "Yer going off the fuckin' roof, Micky," the big guy in the too small suit growled. "I swear ter god off the fuckin' roof. Where's the dame? Where's Titepartz?" "Fuck you, Jimmy," I said. "I ain't telling you shit." "We ain't fuckin' around here, Micky," the suit snarled. "The boss ain't happy with that blonde twist and if the boss ain't happy it means I ain't happy on account of I have to do nefarious shit like throw soft cunts like you off of. Ive been got over it do but i stell missed him. I have not seen him in like 2 years. Hes the one that bought me all my pron and told me about sex.Today is my first day of school and like every body else i do not want to go to school. Not that i know i am going to make friends that's no problem."Myers is time to go to school." i do not want to go i don't fell well." honey are u scared, do u think we would not feat in."Oh ya my mom does not know about my sex life yet. Let me just get dress i cant.
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