Tuesday, June 12, 2012



“Make my flesh crawl,” she said.
“Are you sure?”
“Of course.”
In a blink of an eye, she has hanging upside down from a rope, caught by the ankle in an iron ring.
“I asked you if you were sure.”
“I meant for you to scare me or something.”
“This will be scary enough.”
“How so?”
And he walked back to the pier, leaving her hanging there while the ship sailed away.
She screamed and yelled and wiggled left and right, trying to free herself. But … no one knows what happened to her.
Moral: Be careful what you wish for.

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