Based on "the greedy the people" by e.e. cummingsthe angry the girls(as he as can try)they shriek and they bitchand they die for a wishthough flowers in the meadowssay Peacethe lovely the boys(as soft as can she)they pose and they. ‘Shh you.’ He slid his arm around my waist and pulled me tight. ‘When I planned this, both horses were healthy. Now, only one is—so we are going to have to share one…’ ‘Share a horse?’ ‘Uh yeah. Is that a problem?’ ‘No…I guess not. I think that it’s just an excuse to get close to me, though.’ He chuckled. ‘It’s quite possible.’ I’m no horse expert, but I could tell that he was no ordinary horse. He was white with brown spots, almost like a leopard. Cooper threw out some fancy lingo about him. I held Deborah close as I started the engine and moved toward the exit. Easing the Chevy out onto the road; I headed back to Thompson's funeral home as close to the speed limit as I could. Wouldn't be too easy to explain this situation if I was stopped by a cop for speeding. When I reached the Funeral Home; I pulled in where I had parked earlier and went around and got Deborah out and carried her to the basement entrance. I didn't see anyone so I opened the door and carried her in and placed. And went inside told to her son not to come outside as she was bathing. She came back to me and she lifted her nighty up she have not where anything inside she is completely nude and kept that nighty in my hand and said here is gift.I said I dint need this I need your body for today enjoy with your eyes please I your grand ma could caught us then I hugged her. She told me to hide in small place behind staircase and enjoy her bath. She bathed there for a hour all the sudden her son started.

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