jillybeane
The larger boy hawked and spat a respectable distance- into the middle of the street. The younger boy was intimidated, but hawked up his mightiest and spat it. . . directly into the driver's side window of a passing car. They both gave looks of dismay and tore off across the neighbors' lawns, praying they wouldn't be caught.
"Today's German phrase of the day is, 'Heute fange Ich eine diet an.'," spoke the gentle feminine voice on the radio. Gotta love that AFN.
She usurped his place and knocked him over the edge, guile glittering in her little beady brown eyes. He gazed back up at her, already plotting how to reclaim his lost spot on the couch. Her success will be a temporary one, his eyes avow. He stalked off, unwilling to be ruffled by an upstart puppy.
I stood there looking at her face, watching her lying to me; watching her wishing it were the truth. But you know what they say about wishing and spitting in your hand. . .
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