It was one of the rare, warm bright fall days in the Washington country. A small flock of Canadian geese flew overhead. A white blond haired American girl was sitting on a lawn chair, embracing the sun. Her blond hair went down to her waist and ended in brown tipped ends. She had deep black eyes. A man that was pale white with black hair and beady brown eyes. He was dressed in a very expencive monkey suit as well as pricey new shoes."Your drink, miss Bleacock." the girl just grabbed the whine glass out of his hands and sniffed it. "Is it me, o do I smell something fishy?" that's when she...
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