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“Rose is—” “Do not call her that.” Arbor said in her eerily calm voice. Kiera leaned in, “We do not call the hussy by her name. The hussy doth no longer have a name.” Brianna gave them both a curious look. “The hussy hath been boarded in the finest of establishments. Her caregiver, a fair wench by the nameth of ‘Strawberry’ hath been well paid to tutor and care for her. Holy hell, bro, what did you guys take?” “Well, my dearest bitch,” Kiera said, putting an arm around Brianna, “we started the evening with some absinth. Then we moved to salvia –just one hit, mind you—then we moved to mushrooms, a fair dosage. After cleansing our palate with a bit of whisky, we drank a mixture that might’ve been peyote. We had drug-fueled sex, then we each had a panic attack, then we ran around the woodlands naked because we thought the trees formed a path—” “The trees do form a path.” Arbor insisted with a serious nod. “Well of course they do. They formed a path to a pond—” “The cleansing pond.” Arbor nodded again, “Where you can wash your soul.” “…right. vintage Anyway, we kind of floated in the pond for about an hour or so—” “It was five minutes.” “For about five minutes. Then we hiked up that mountain.” Kiera pointed to a small hill, “And at the top, we listened for the voice of God.” “I have longed to hear such a voice.” Arbor lamented to the starry sky, “I can hear the whispers of trees and the songs of flowers, the sonnets of the wind and the indian tomes of rocks, but in all my life, I have not heard the voice of the heavens! Is there no guidance in this world of transience? Are we but sheep without a shepherd in a forlorn valley, meant to wander aimlessly?” “Obviously, God wasn’t too talkative today. So we came down here to talk with you guys instead.” Kiera said as she casually urinated onto a suit of armor. “Would you care to get fucked up with us?” Arbor asked. If I had a drink, I would’ve spit it out. She reached into a leafed pouch, and procured her vices. I endured the small talk, the men ignoring Vanessa and me as indian they talked about plans to make money, of course. It gave Laura hope she hadn't behaved like a total whore. Mainly due to the strip club that my deceased grandfather had left to her when he died 7 years ago. Waking just once to quickly eat a large meal before falling back to sleep. Every tank, grenade launcher, and rocket launcher was aimed upwards and fired, but Dominion gave a flick of his wrist and the bombs were tossed to the side without doing anything. Then the bliss retreated, the flood withdrawing, leaving me buzzing with euphoria. she ask me if im serious and totally alright with it. NOTE: This story was inspired vintage by a truly fine writer on this site, who writes some really interesting stories of earlier times in England. Now, the ship was merely rolling instead of pitching from stem to stern. He sighed. He shook his head and blinked, taking great gulps of air.