WHAT THE FUCK, AARON?
Ohmigawd! What? You fricking woke me up.
Where's Jen?
Jen? Whose Jen?
Jen, my pet cat, Aaron.
Oh. Her. How would I know?
It's him. And you were supposed to look after him.
She must have ran away while I was asleep?
For fuck's sakes, Aaron, it was a male cat.
Well, I can't help it! Who would name a male cat Jen?
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And it's not my fault she ran away. You should've taken better care of her.
What? I loved him and I took better care of him.
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I swear Aaron if I find that you made him run away I'll freaking make you pay.
Oh, I'm scared shitless.
You will be if you don't tell me the truth now.
Ok. I might've scared him and kept the door open for him to run away.
*boom*
Ow. Fuck. My nose.
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Ouch. Jen's gone. Vote and comment to make Amy happy?
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Neighbours - A dialogue story
Short Story[Completed] Recently, Amy has bought and moved in a new apartment. Everything is so perfect and according to her taste. Well, except..... A PAIN IN THE ASS ANNOYINGLY COCKY NEIGHBOUR WHOSE FRICKING OBSESSED WITH TAYLOR SWIFT! Amy's words, not mine.
