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It’s a cold day now it’s still Fall but it’s clear the couple is very much in love. Not thirsty love for coffee because I’m not a loud but they love.

So here they are sitting together in a park bench but something is wrong. Is Bugatti tied up!

“No! Andy why?” She is screaming so loud but nobody cares.

“Hahahaha!” Andy yells maniacally, small sinews of rope lurk intertwined with the red and black plaid pattern of his heavy fall coat. A tinge of something off has always lurked within the depths of his eyes, something slight and eternally circling his enlarged pupil like the depths of the Antarctic sea once you’ve swam down far enough to hear yourself screaming into the abyss.

“Please untie me!” She writhes a little too far to the right and becomes squeamish at the rope burning into her wrist, cutting off her hand circulation.

He stares at her intently.

A small tear quickly escapes the corner of her eye.

“Cover girls don’t cry after their face is made!” Andy yells into her face.

“Nuuuuuuuuuu!” She throws he rope off her wrist and runs away forever, he is crazy!

Notes

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