TWO SCOOPS OF PRAISIN!
- Decinaty
- Jun 20, 2015
- 1 min read
"TWO SCOOPS OF PRAISIN! PRAISIN BE!" Alexander startled Oriana awake. "OW!" he cried out even louder when the NERF dart hit him square in the back of the head.
"Ow?" Aubrey came out of her room laughing. "Did someone interrupt your Sunday morning ritual for the zombie?"
"I want my bullet back." She rubbed the back of her hand to rub an itch. "Is this why I never watch you guys Sunday mornings?" She asked Aubrey. "Now Alexander."
"Don't worry, he's the only one who puts any faith in the zombie. Have you always slept with a gun?"
"Since the twins came under my care I've had some messed up dreams and really jumpy. I'm going to get a real gun when I turn 18. And what zombie?"
"You know, Jesus. Wait... you're not going to be offended by that right?"
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