I waded through the rubble of the classy neighborhood to a massive home that was only half there. It looked as though something bit off a chunk from the front. I invited myself in to find what I could find ( hopefully food, weapons, tampons).In a back bedroom, I found a silver-framed picture. I wiped away the soot and ash; I recognized the smiling woman and man. They were on a house hunter show and bought this very house six years ago.
Now that she’s ash; I’m wearing her silky pink panties, sitting on her king size bed, feeling rich.
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