#squashed — Public Fediverse posts
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" Brett!"
The voice came from the supermarket parking lot. It was Molly, doing figure-8s in in-line skates.
It was 7 pm & hot. Brett was on his way home. He didn't have time for Molly.
"Brett! Want some Sweet-Tarts?"
"Sorry; I don't take candy from girls in parking lots." A mosquito whined in Brett's ear. He #squashed it.
"You don't like Sweet-Tarts? I also got Skiddles."
Brett relented. There were worse things to do on a hot evening than taste the rainbow.
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" Brett!"
The voice came from the supermarket parking lot. It was Molly, doing figure-8s in in-line skates.
It was 7 pm & hot. Brett was on his way home. He didn't have time for Molly.
"Brett! Want some Sweet-Tarts?"
"Sorry; I don't take candy from girls in parking lots." A mosquito whined in Brett's ear. He #squashed it.
"You don't like Sweet-Tarts? I also got Skiddles."
Brett relented. There were worse things to do on a hot evening than taste the rainbow.
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" Brett!"
The voice came from the supermarket parking lot. It was Molly, doing figure-8s in in-line skates.
It was 7 pm & hot. Brett was on his way home. He didn't have time for Molly.
"Brett! Want some Sweet-Tarts?"
"Sorry; I don't take candy from girls in parking lots." A mosquito whined in Brett's ear. He #squashed it.
"You don't like Sweet-Tarts? I also got Skiddles."
Brett relented. There were worse things to do on a hot evening than taste the rainbow.
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" Brett!"
The voice came from the supermarket parking lot. It was Molly, doing figure-8s in in-line skates.
It was 7 pm & hot. Brett was on his way home. He didn't have time for Molly.
"Brett! Want some Sweet-Tarts?"
"Sorry; I don't take candy from girls in parking lots." A mosquito whined in Brett's ear. He #squashed it.
"You don't like Sweet-Tarts? I also got Skiddles."
Brett relented. There were worse things to do on a hot evening than taste the rainbow.
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" Brett!"
The voice came from the supermarket parking lot. It was Molly, doing figure-8s in in-line skates.
It was 7 pm & hot. Brett was on his way home. He didn't have time for Molly.
"Brett! Want some Sweet-Tarts?"
"Sorry; I don't take candy from girls in parking lots." A mosquito whined in Brett's ear. He #squashed it.
"You don't like Sweet-Tarts? I also got Skiddles."
Brett relented. There were worse things to do on a hot evening than taste the rainbow.
