“Another text?” asked Yuffie.
“Yeah,” grumbled Lucy.
“That must have been twenty in five minutes,” pondered Yuffie. “Who’re they all from?”
“My ex,” sighed Lucy.
Fuen looked over Lucy’s shoulder. “They all say ‘wish you were here…’”
“Yep,” grumbled Lucy. “She always sends them when she’s walking through a graveyard.”
Little Fears 
I’m smiling.
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Good to hear, Chuck.
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I’m sensing a bit of hostility on the part of the ex . . . or am I digging too deep here? 😉
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Arf. Just a smidge. 🙂
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One of your best! Love it.
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Cheers, Crooked. 🙂
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Love it. Needs a rim shot.
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This entire site needs a rimshot. 😀
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Haha haha
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Grins 😛
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Hahaha!
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Beams 😛
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Now, that was funny!
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With a smidge of truth, eh? 🙂
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Hilarious (in a very grave sense…)
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Cheers, man. Love a dark tale. 🙂
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Another good one!
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Cheers again, CMD. 🙂
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LMAO !!!
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😛 😛
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whahaha that’s a really good one!
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Thank you, Aloa.
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Ha ha brilliant!
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Cheers, man. 🙂
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And the undefeated world-champion-power-walker,
MICHAEL MYERS!
scary music intensifies
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Hah! Dun, dun, duuuuuun! He would be a champ power-walker though… Him and the guy from Terminator 2 that walked after a car.
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The T-1000 vs. Mike Myers…
the legitimate definition of the phrase, ‘all hell breaks loose’.
turns around
Ah, crap. JAMIE! ARNOLD!!
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LOL
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Grins 😛
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😀
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😛
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