What is it about many top-type people? i mean, really, you just can’t take them anywhere. We went to put gas in the car, and He came out of the gas station with that evil quiet laugh and a grin that went from one ear to the other. In His hand was a little ice scraper.
“And what are You going to do with that?” i questioned Him.
He just grinned.
“When you’re feeling better, you’ll find out.”
The innocent looking ice scraper - assistant or a menace?
It has a clip to clip onto the visor of the car, but i can’t figure out how to make use of it. i guess He could run the scraper part across my skin. *shrugs* It’s like a competition to see how many uses He can find for a mundane device i guess.
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