TWENTYFIVE-THECHOOSING
KING The sun rose to dawn upon a new day, cresting upon a throne of golden clouds and honey suckle branches. "Elijah, wake up." I shook him until his eyes slowly peeled open. He grunted, pressing his face back into the couch cushions. "What?" "Today's the start of the final phase.." "Great." He rolled over, turning his back on me. "All the more reason to stay in bed." "Get up now," My fingers wrapped around his thick arm, "Or I'll drag you up by your hair." With one last dramatic groan, he began to peel himself from my couch. "Elijah I swear to f*****g god, if you got blood on my couch I will beat you into next week." He shot me an exaggerated squinty eyed grimace as he stared down as the dark red stains that marred my once flawless couch. His face morphed more into one of mock fe
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