The fog horn woke us up. I had my glock close by and the shivers stopped for a moment. We were on fire. Fran was dancing in flame and her lower body was melting. I yelled, "cut your fucking losses and run".
basically, we had to jump into the freezing fucking ocean. i charitably threw Fran first and followed with perfect form.
exeunt
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the period should be before the quotation marks. what were you thinking? no hostility
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