Brunch
“Hey, Regi.... Honey, wake up for me, please?” In the extravaganza of my dream, My lovely Marion is sitting on my lap. I am asleep with the Virtual Reality upon my ear. Her voice is struggling to build up as an auditory sensation of the early sunrise. I can’t ingest the thrill of relationship in the past few days due to tireless schedule of being an envoy of Protego, anyway. She is utterly envelops her casual working hours with mountain of files and documents that we have to present for today’s rendezvous sessions with government’s officials from the Reptile Kingdom, so it’s going nowhere for her promise in shortcoming dates after the breakdown of our plan. “Hoy, you bastard, cling your arse up and drag it down here!” Damn my future and its offspring. She transformed into a heap of m
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