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This is a story for the PretenderForsaken 'Four Seasons Challenge' (Autumn #3 Challenge - Random Drabbles); "You've got to love the Centre"
Shoes
You gotta love the Centre for making a brat like that. Parker scowls at what was once a nice pair of shoes. "Jarod, I swear, next time I see your..." she calls out in anger, muttering expletives. She was going to kill him. She would make sure he regretted that stunt with the mud-filled bundle on fire on her porch. A whiff of a foul smell hits and she kneels down, only to recoil in distaste. He didn't, now did he? Dog poo? Another whiff proves her suspicion correct. Oh yes, she would kill him - slowly, and very painfully.
You gotta love the Centre for making a brat like that. Parker scowls at what was once a nice pair of shoes. "Jarod, I swear, next time I see your..." she calls out in anger, muttering expletives. She was going to kill him. She would make sure he regretted that stunt with the mud-filled bundle on fire on her porch. A whiff of a foul smell hits and she kneels down, only to recoil in distaste. He didn't, now did he? Dog poo? Another whiff proves her suspicion correct. Oh yes, she would kill him - slowly, and very painfully.
