Mamrie
It was Wednesday evening
Mamrie finally got through the day! She had been doing so many things, between her YouTube and book, leaving her absolutely exhausted. Add that to the fact that is was the middle of the week, and lets face it, we're all pretty damn tired once we get to Wednesday.
Mamrie was in her car, battling through the rushour traffic. "I really fuckin' hate this part of the day." Mamrie thought to herself. But she knew when she gets home, she'll be welcomed by Beanz, and then they can both kick back, watch some Real Housewives, all while getting drunk. Not Beanz though. That would be wrong.
Mamrie snickered to herself at the thought of a drunk Beanz. This was cut short when she out of nowhere got a sinking feeling in her stomach. She knew it wasn't that strange Mexican place she went to for lunch. It was a sensation similar to one of when a plane rapidly descends. Like falling from the sky.
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FanfictionThe three friends have always had a very deep connection with each other. That connection will be tested.
