A Fated Reality-Prologue

I go to the kitchen and look inside the fridge-fridge and grab a yogurt for eatng and suckling before it closes unexpectingly. i shrug and grab a spoon. i look on my phone that i brung with me and see i have 9 new text messages.

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The Life Of Rico Chp. 2

Piles of dirty dishes in the sink, dust collected around the fridge, and some playboy magazines stacked up on his oven.

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Sleeping With The Enemy - Morning Breakfast

Slapped his ass with the other, he hit his head on the plastic fridge insert above his head.

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existence: chapter nine

The wolf pointed a finger towards the kitchen, "check the fridge, how much you wanna bet that last night's spaghetti is all gone?" john strode into the kitchen towards the fridge; there was no way that food could be gone!

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Testing

The fruits in the fridge did put on more weight to the canid, enough to shred his jockstrap at long last and leave him standing there in the nude.

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Sunshine Days - Chapter 29

He reached down into his mini fridge again and pulled out another beer, setting it out for eddie as he sat himself down in front of him.

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A dream come true, part 2/10

As he walked towards the fridge he heard adam start to tell georgia about the days happenings. "and then get this." he said, "lover boy over there." xavier guessed adam was referring to him.

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The Subsitute

"not a problem," you smile back, popping open the fridge for a bottle of water. "if you need me, i'll be in my room."

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A Little Holiday Cheer

She was standing by the fridge, directly underneath the sprig of mistletoe which dangled from the ceiling on some string pinned in place by a metal tack.

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Share and Share Alike

Shannon helped herself to another beer from the fridge without asking, and martin told them both to help themselves to the same fridge before excusing himself to the bedroom. "need to ditch this polo.

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Mrs. Claws (ADHG)

\>you sprint to the kitchen and open your fridge, looking for a particular brand of soda \>grape soda? no. orange? no. ginger ale? no! why the hell is your fridge so damned disorganized?!

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a day of bliss

James slowly crept down the stairs trying not to make a sound. as he rounded the corner into the kitchen he found his foxie in the fridge with his cute furrie butt upin the air. he slid in closer to his prey.

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