The Affair_You Don't Necessarily Reap What You Sow_It's just starting_Jax Gets Vaccinated
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The Affair
“I'm not sure how to put it delicately, so I’m just going to be blunt and say I heard your wife, Mandy, is having an affair.”Anton Case and Percy Goodfellow were sitting at a table in the clubhouse of the Wren Feather Tennis Club, drinking a beer after a singles game. Percy continued, “Because we’re friends, I thought I needed to tell you. Actually, it’s worse. She’s a member in some sort of secret sex society, and it’s not just one guy.”Anton rolled his eyes, shrugged, and sipped his beer. Then, after a long pause, he said, “How did you come upon this knowledge, and who is it?”“I can’t tell y...
You Don't Necessarily Reap What You Sow
“Can’t wait to get back into the fields and get my hands dirty in God’s green earth,” farmer Frank Albertson said.Every year for the past 15 he had carefully arranged his corn plants in perfectly constructed rows--and carefully irrigated each of his three fields so they would bring him the greatest yield to produce the most profit--and the ideal climate of Caroline County had never failed to work its magic on his crops.“It happens every year like clockwork,” Frank proclaimed. “Won’t disappoint this year either. Can’t wait to finish getting the plants in the ground, then harvest my crops and s...
It's just starting
I knew this day would be my favourite, the minute the church bells rang. It was 6 am. My first words of the day would’ve made a sailor proud, mostly after some spark scared the shit out of me. Maybe I was paying for my atheism because the church bells caused my hands to wildly slash and knock over my unnecessary glass of water (I knew I shouldn’t have that next to my bed). The 2 decilitres of water splashing onto the plug, frying the whole electric system of the block. “Just wonderful.” I didn’t dare call the landlord this early. I instead instinctively went and took a shower, I even washed m...
Jax Gets Vaccinated
“Jax . . . are you coming with me tonight?” Jillian yelled from the bathroom, holding a mascara wand in her hand. She had desperately tried to prevent her eyelashes from clumping, but they seemed destined to cake together in a Liza-Minnelli-in-Cabaret kind of way.No response. “Jax!” “Go without me,” came his muted reply. Jillian suddenly became worried. Jax did not have a mute button on his personality. Something was up.Still holding the mascara tube, Jillian went to her roommate’s door and knocked “shave-and-a-haircut,” anxiouwww.onedoor.ccsly awaiting his “two bits” in response. “C’mon, Jax. What’s wrong?...