"It was so great to hear from you today and it was such weird timing," he said.

"This is going to sound funny and a little strange, but you were in a dream I had
just a couple of days ago. I'd love to get together and tell you about it if you're
up for a cup of coffee," he continued, laying the trap he'd been planning for
years.
It was a question of which of the two she preferred. On the one hand, the choice
seemed simple. The more expensive one with a brand name would be the choice of
most. It was the easy choice. The safe choice. But she wasn't sure she actually
preferred it.
What were they eating? It didn't taste like anything she had ever eaten before and
although she was famished, she didn't dare ask. She knew the answer would be one
she didn't want to hear.
Benny was tired. Not the normal every day tired from a hard day o work. The
exhausted type of tired where you're surprised your body can even move. All he
wanted to do was sit in front of the TV, put his feet up on the coffee table, and
drink a beer. The only issue was that he had forgotten where he lived.
He hid under the covers hoping that nobody would notice him there. It really didn't
make much sense since it would be obvious to anyone who walked into the room there
was someone hiding there, but he still held out hope. He heard footsteps coming
down the hall and stop in front in front of the bedroom door. He heard the squeak
of the door hinges and someone opened the bedroom door. He held his breath waiting
for whoever was about to discover him, but they never did.
The time to take action was now. All three men knew in their hearts this was the
case, yet none of them moved a muscle to try. They were all watching and waiting
for one of the others to make the first move so they could follow a step or two
behind and help. The situation demanded a leader and all three men were followers.
Stormi is a dog. She is dark grey and has long legs. Her eyes are expressive and
are able to let her humans know what she is thinking. Her tongue is long, pink, and
wet. Her long legs allow her to sprint after other dogs, people or bunnies. She can
be a good dog, but also very bad. Her tail wags when happy or excited and hides
between her back legs when she is bad. Stormi is a dog I love.

"It was so great to hear from you today and it was such weird timing," he said.
"This is going to sound funny and a little strange, but you were in a dream I had
just a couple of days ago. I'd love to get together and tell you about it if you're
up for a cup of coffee," he continued, laying the trap he'd been planning for
years.
It was a question of which of the two she preferred. On the one hand, the choice
seemed simple. The more expensive one with a brand name would be the choice of
most. It was the easy choice. The safe choice. But she wasn't sure she actually
preferred it.
What were they eating? It didn't taste like anything she had ever eaten before and
although she was famished, she didn't dare ask. She knew the answer would be one
she didn't want to hear.
Benny was tired. Not the normal every day tired from a hard day o work. The
exhausted type of tired where you're surprised your body can even move. All he
wanted to do was sit in front of the TV, put his feet up on the coffee table, and
drink a beer. The only issue was that he had forgotten where he lived.
He hid under the covers hoping that nobody would notice him there. It really didn't
make much sense since it would be obvious to anyone who walked into the room there
was someone hiding there, but he still held out hope. He heard footsteps coming
down the hall and stop in front in front of the bedroom door. He heard the squeak
of the door hinges and someone opened the bedroom door. He held his breath waiting
for whoever was about to discover him, but they never did.
The time to take action was now. All three men knew in their hearts this was the
case, yet none of them moved a muscle to try. They were all watching and waiting
for one of the others to make the first move so they could follow a step or two
behind and help. The situation demanded a leader and all three men were followers.
Stormi is a dog. She is dark grey and has long legs. Her eyes are expressive and
are able to let her humans know what she is thinking. Her tongue is long, pink, and
wet. Her long legs allow her to sprint after other dogs, people or bunnies. She can
be a good dog, but also very bad. Her tail wags when happy or excited and hides
between her back legs when she is bad. Stormi is a dog I love.

"It was so great to hear from you today and it was such weird timing," he said.
"This is going to sound funny and a little strange, but you were in a dream I had
just a couple of days ago. I'd love to get together and tell you about it if you're
up for a cup of coffee," he continued, laying the trap he'd been planning for
years.
It was a question of which of the two she preferred. On the one hand, the choice
seemed simple. The more expensive one with a brand name would be the choice of
most. It was the easy choice. The safe choice. But she wasn't sure she actually
preferred it.
What were they eating? It didn't taste like anything she had ever eaten before and
although she was famished, she didn't dare ask. She knew the answer would be one
she didn't want to hear.
Benny was tired. Not the normal every day tired from a hard day o work. The
exhausted type of tired where you're surprised your body can even move. All he
wanted to do was sit in front of the TV, put his feet up on the coffee table, and
drink a beer. The only issue was that he had forgotten where he lived.
He hid under the covers hoping that nobody would notice him there. It really didn't
make much sense since it would be obvious to anyone who walked into the room there
was someone hiding there, but he still held out hope. He heard footsteps coming
down the hall and stop in front in front of the bedroom door. He heard the squeak
of the door hinges and someone opened the bedroom door. He held his breath waiting
for whoever was about to discover him, but they never did.
The time to take action was now. All three men knew in their hearts this was the
case, yet none of them moved a muscle to try. They were all watching and waiting
for one of the others to make the first move so they could follow a step or two
behind and help. The situation demanded a leader and all three men were followers.
Stormi is a dog. She is dark grey and has long legs. Her eyes are expressive and
are able to let her humans know what she is thinking. Her tongue is long, pink, and
wet. Her long legs allow her to sprint after other dogs, people or bunnies. She can
be a good dog, but also very bad. Her tail wags when happy or excited and hides
between her back legs when she is bad. Stormi is a dog I love.

"It was so great to hear from you today and it was such weird timing," he said.
"This is going to sound funny and a little strange, but you were in a dream I had
just a couple of days ago. I'd love to get together and tell you about it if you're
up for a cup of coffee," he continued, laying the trap he'd been planning for
years.
It was a question of which of the two she preferred. On the one hand, the choice
seemed simple. The more expensive one with a brand name would be the choice of
most. It was the easy choice. The safe choice. But she wasn't sure she actually
preferred it.
What were they eating? It didn't taste like anything she had ever eaten before and
although she was famished, she didn't dare ask. She knew the answer would be one
she didn't want to hear.
Benny was tired. Not the normal every day tired from a hard day o work. The
exhausted type of tired where you're surprised your body can even move. All he
wanted to do was sit in front of the TV, put his feet up on the coffee table, and
drink a beer. The only issue was that he had forgotten where he lived.
He hid under the covers hoping that nobody would notice him there. It really didn't
make much sense since it would be obvious to anyone who walked into the room there
was someone hiding there, but he still held out hope. He heard footsteps coming
down the hall and stop in front in front of the bedroom door. He heard the squeak
of the door hinges and someone opened the bedroom door. He held his breath waiting
for whoever was about to discover him, but they never did.
The time to take action was now. All three men knew in their hearts this was the
case, yet none of them moved a muscle to try. They were all watching and waiting
for one of the others to make the first move so they could follow a step or two
behind and help. The situation demanded a leader and all three men were followers.
Stormi is a dog. She is dark grey and has long legs. Her eyes are expressive and
are able to let her humans know what she is thinking. Her tongue is long, pink, and
wet. Her long legs allow her to sprint after other dogs, people or bunnies. She can
be a good dog, but also very bad. Her tail wags when happy or excited and hides
between her back legs when she is bad. Stormi is a dog I love.

"It was so great to hear from you today and it was such weird timing," he said.
"This is going to sound funny and a little strange, but you were in a dream I had
just a couple of days ago. I'd love to get together and tell you about it if you're
up for a cup of coffee," he continued, laying the trap he'd been planning for
years.
It was a question of which of the two she preferred. On the one hand, the choice
seemed simple. The more expensive one with a brand name would be the choice of
most. It was the easy choice. The safe choice. But she wasn't sure she actually
preferred it.
What were they eating? It didn't taste like anything she had ever eaten before and
although she was famished, she didn't dare ask. She knew the answer would be one
she didn't want to hear.
Benny was tired. Not the normal every day tired from a hard day o work. The
exhausted type of tired where you're surprised your body can even move. All he
wanted to do was sit in front of the TV, put his feet up on the coffee table, and
drink a beer. The only issue was that he had forgotten where he lived.
He hid under the covers hoping that nobody would notice him there. It really didn't
make much sense since it would be obvious to anyone who walked into the room there
was someone hiding there, but he still held out hope. He heard footsteps coming
down the hall and stop in front in front of the bedroom door. He heard the squeak
of the door hinges and someone opened the bedroom door. He held his breath waiting
for whoever was about to discover him, but they never did.
The time to take action was now. All three men knew in their hearts this was the
case, yet none of them moved a muscle to try. They were all watching and waiting
for one of the others to make the first move so they could follow a step or two
behind and help. The situation demanded a leader and all three men were followers.
Stormi is a dog. She is dark grey and has long legs. Her eyes are expressive and
are able to let her humans know what she is thinking. Her tongue is long, pink, and
wet. Her long legs allow her to sprint after other dogs, people or bunnies. She can
be a good dog, but also very bad. Her tail wags when happy or excited and hides
between her back legs when she is bad. Stormi is a dog I love.

"It was so great to hear from you today and it was such weird timing," he said.
"This is going to sound funny and a little strange, but you were in a dream I had
just a couple of days ago. I'd love to get together and tell you about it if you're
up for a cup of coffee," he continued, laying the trap he'd been planning for
years.
It was a question of which of the two she preferred. On the one hand, the choice
seemed simple. The more expensive one with a brand name would be the choice of
most. It was the easy choice. The safe choice. But she wasn't sure she actually
preferred it.
What were they eating? It didn't taste like anything she had ever eaten before and
although she was famished, she didn't dare ask. She knew the answer would be one
she didn't want to hear.
Benny was tired. Not the normal every day tired from a hard day o work. The
exhausted type of tired where you're surprised your body can even move. All he
wanted to do was sit in front of the TV, put his feet up on the coffee table, and
drink a beer. The only issue was that he had forgotten where he lived.
He hid under the covers hoping that nobody would notice him there. It really didn't
make much sense since it would be obvious to anyone who walked into the room there
was someone hiding there, but he still held out hope. He heard footsteps coming
down the hall and stop in front in front of the bedroom door. He heard the squeak
of the door hinges and someone opened the bedroom door. He held his breath waiting
for whoever was about to discover him, but they never did.
The time to take action was now. All three men knew in their hearts this was the
case, yet none of them moved a muscle to try. They were all watching and waiting
for one of the others to make the first move so they could follow a step or two
behind and help. The situation demanded a leader and all three men were followers.
Stormi is a dog. She is dark grey and has long legs. Her eyes are expressive and
are able to let her humans know what she is thinking. Her tongue is long, pink, and
wet. Her long legs allow her to sprint after other dogs, people or bunnies. She can
be a good dog, but also very bad. Her tail wags when happy or excited and hides
between her back legs when she is bad. Stormi is a dog I love.

"It was so great to hear from you today and it was such weird timing," he said.
"This is going to sound funny and a little strange, but you were in a dream I had
just a couple of days ago. I'd love to get together and tell you about it if you're
up for a cup of coffee," he continued, laying the trap he'd been planning for
years.
It was a question of which of the two she preferred. On the one hand, the choice
seemed simple. The more expensive one with a brand name would be the choice of
most. It was the easy choice. The safe choice. But she wasn't sure she actually
preferred it.
What were they eating? It didn't taste like anything she had ever eaten before and
although she was famished, she didn't dare ask. She knew the answer would be one
she didn't want to hear.
Benny was tired. Not the normal every day tired from a hard day o work. The
exhausted type of tired where you're surprised your body can even move. All he
wanted to do was sit in front of the TV, put his feet up on the coffee table, and
drink a beer. The only issue was that he had forgotten where he lived.
He hid under the covers hoping that nobody would notice him there. It really didn't
make much sense since it would be obvious to anyone who walked into the room there
was someone hiding there, but he still held out hope. He heard footsteps coming
down the hall and stop in front in front of the bedroom door. He heard the squeak
of the door hinges and someone opened the bedroom door. He held his breath waiting
for whoever was about to discover him, but they never did.
The time to take action was now. All three men knew in their hearts this was the
case, yet none of them moved a muscle to try. They were all watching and waiting
for one of the others to make the first move so they could follow a step or two
behind and help. The situation demanded a leader and all three men were followers.
Stormi is a dog. She is dark grey and has long legs. Her eyes are expressive and
are able to let her humans know what she is thinking. Her tongue is long, pink, and
wet. Her long legs allow her to sprint after other dogs, people or bunnies. She can
be a good dog, but also very bad. Her tail wags when happy or excited and hides
between her back legs when she is bad. Stormi is a dog I love.

"It was so great to hear from you today and it was such weird timing," he said.
"This is going to sound funny and a little strange, but you were in a dream I had
just a couple of days ago. I'd love to get together and tell you about it if you're
up for a cup of coffee," he continued, laying the trap he'd been planning for
years.
It was a question of which of the two she preferred. On the one hand, the choice
seemed simple. The more expensive one with a brand name would be the choice of
most. It was the easy choice. The safe choice. But she wasn't sure she actually
preferred it.
What were they eating? It didn't taste like anything she had ever eaten before and
although she was famished, she didn't dare ask. She knew the answer would be one
she didn't want to hear.
Benny was tired. Not the normal every day tired from a hard day o work. The
exhausted type of tired where you're surprised your body can even move. All he
wanted to do was sit in front of the TV, put his feet up on the coffee table, and
drink a beer. The only issue was that he had forgotten where he lived.
He hid under the covers hoping that nobody would notice him there. It really didn't
make much sense since it would be obvious to anyone who walked into the room there
was someone hiding there, but he still held out hope. He heard footsteps coming
down the hall and stop in front in front of the bedroom door. He heard the squeak
of the door hinges and someone opened the bedroom door. He held his breath waiting
for whoever was about to discover him, but they never did.
The time to take action was now. All three men knew in their hearts this was the
case, yet none of them moved a muscle to try. They were all watching and waiting
for one of the others to make the first move so they could follow a step or two
behind and help. The situation demanded a leader and all three men were followers.
Stormi is a dog. She is dark grey and has long legs. Her eyes are expressive and
are able to let her humans know what she is thinking. Her tongue is long, pink, and
wet. Her long legs allow her to sprint after other dogs, people or bunnies. She can
be a good dog, but also very bad. Her tail wags when happy or excited and hides
between her back legs when she is bad. Stormi is a dog I love.

"It was so great to hear from you today and it was such weird timing," he said.
"This is going to sound funny and a little strange, but you were in a dream I had
just a couple of days ago. I'd love to get together and tell you about it if you're
up for a cup of coffee," he continued, laying the trap he'd been planning for
years.
It was a question of which of the two she preferred. On the one hand, the choice
seemed simple. The more expensive one with a brand name would be the choice of
most. It was the easy choice. The safe choice. But she wasn't sure she actually
preferred it.
What were they eating? It didn't taste like anything she had ever eaten before and
although she was famished, she didn't dare ask. She knew the answer would be one
she didn't want to hear.
Benny was tired. Not the normal every day tired from a hard day o work. The
exhausted type of tired where you're surprised your body can even move. All he
wanted to do was sit in front of the TV, put his feet up on the coffee table, and
drink a beer. The only issue was that he had forgotten where he lived.
He hid under the covers hoping that nobody would notice him there. It really didn't
make much sense since it would be obvious to anyone who walked into the room there
was someone hiding there, but he still held out hope. He heard footsteps coming
down the hall and stop in front in front of the bedroom door. He heard the squeak
of the door hinges and someone opened the bedroom door. He held his breath waiting
for whoever was about to discover him, but they never did.
The time to take action was now. All three men knew in their hearts this was the
case, yet none of them moved a muscle to try. They were all watching and waiting
for one of the others to make the first move so they could follow a step or two
behind and help. The situation demanded a leader and all three men were followers.
Stormi is a dog. She is dark grey and has long legs. Her eyes are expressive and
are able to let her humans know what she is thinking. Her tongue is long, pink, and
wet. Her long legs allow her to sprint after other dogs, people or bunnies. She can
be a good dog, but also very bad. Her tail wags when happy or excited and hides
between her back legs when she is bad. Stormi is a dog I love.

"It was so great to hear from you today and it was such weird timing," he said.
"This is going to sound funny and a little strange, but you were in a dream I had
just a couple of days ago. I'd love to get together and tell you about it if you're
up for a cup of coffee," he continued, laying the trap he'd been planning for
years.
It was a question of which of the two she preferred. On the one hand, the choice
seemed simple. The more expensive one with a brand name would be the choice of
most. It was the easy choice. The safe choice. But she wasn't sure she actually
preferred it.
What were they eating? It didn't taste like anything she had ever eaten before and
although she was famished, she didn't dare ask. She knew the answer would be one
she didn't want to hear.
Benny was tired. Not the normal every day tired from a hard day o work. The
exhausted type of tired where you're surprised your body can even move. All he
wanted to do was sit in front of the TV, put his feet up on the coffee table, and
drink a beer. The only issue was that he had forgotten where he lived.
He hid under the covers hoping that nobody would notice him there. It really didn't
make much sense since it would be obvious to anyone who walked into the room there
was someone hiding there, but he still held out hope. He heard footsteps coming
down the hall and stop in front in front of the bedroom door. He heard the squeak
of the door hinges and someone opened the bedroom door. He held his breath waiting
for whoever was about to discover him, but they never did.
The time to take action was now. All three men knew in their hearts this was the
case, yet none of them moved a muscle to try. They were all watching and waiting
for one of the others to make the first move so they could follow a step or two
behind and help. The situation demanded a leader and all three men were followers.
Stormi is a dog. She is dark grey and has long legs. Her eyes are expressive and
are able to let her humans know what she is thinking. Her tongue is long, pink, and
wet. Her long legs allow her to sprint after other dogs, people or bunnies. She can
be a good dog, but also very bad. Her tail wags when happy or excited and hides
between her back legs when she is bad. Stormi is a dog I love.

"It was so great to hear from you today and it was such weird timing," he said.
"This is going to sound funny and a little strange, but you were in a dream I had
just a couple of days ago. I'd love to get together and tell you about it if you're
up for a cup of coffee," he continued, laying the trap he'd been planning for
years.
It was a question of which of the two she preferred. On the one hand, the choice
seemed simple. The more expensive one with a brand name would be the choice of
most. It was the easy choice. The safe choice. But she wasn't sure she actually
preferred it.
What were they eating? It didn't taste like anything she had ever eaten before and
although she was famished, she didn't dare ask. She knew the answer would be one
she didn't want to hear.
Benny was tired. Not the normal every day tired from a hard day o work. The
exhausted type of tired where you're surprised your body can even move. All he
wanted to do was sit in front of the TV, put his feet up on the coffee table, and
drink a beer. The only issue was that he had forgotten where he lived.
He hid under the covers hoping that nobody would notice him there. It really didn't
make much sense since it would be obvious to anyone who walked into the room there
was someone hiding there, but he still held out hope. He heard footsteps coming
down the hall and stop in front in front of the bedroom door. He heard the squeak
of the door hinges and someone opened the bedroom door. He held his breath waiting
for whoever was about to discover him, but they never did.
The time to take action was now. All three men knew in their hearts this was the
case, yet none of them moved a muscle to try. They were all watching and waiting
for one of the others to make the first move so they could follow a step or two
behind and help. The situation demanded a leader and all three men were followers.
Stormi is a dog. She is dark grey and has long legs. Her eyes are expressive and
are able to let her humans know what she is thinking. Her tongue is long, pink, and
wet. Her long legs allow her to sprint after other dogs, people or bunnies. She can
be a good dog, but also very bad. Her tail wags when happy or excited and hides
between her back legs when she is bad. Stormi is a dog I love.

"It was so great to hear from you today and it was such weird timing," he said.
"This is going to sound funny and a little strange, but you were in a dream I had
just a couple of days ago. I'd love to get together and tell you about it if you're
up for a cup of coffee," he continued, laying the trap he'd been planning for
years.
It was a question of which of the two she preferred. On the one hand, the choice
seemed simple. The more expensive one with a brand name would be the choice of
most. It was the easy choice. The safe choice. But she wasn't sure she actually
preferred it.
What were they eating? It didn't taste like anything she had ever eaten before and
although she was famished, she didn't dare ask. She knew the answer would be one
she didn't want to hear.
Benny was tired. Not the normal every day tired from a hard day o work. The
exhausted type of tired where you're surprised your body can even move. All he
wanted to do was sit in front of the TV, put his feet up on the coffee table, and
drink a beer. The only issue was that he had forgotten where he lived.
He hid under the covers hoping that nobody would notice him there. It really didn't
make much sense since it would be obvious to anyone who walked into the room there
was someone hiding there, but he still held out hope. He heard footsteps coming
down the hall and stop in front in front of the bedroom door. He heard the squeak
of the door hinges and someone opened the bedroom door. He held his breath waiting
for whoever was about to discover him, but they never did.
The time to take action was now. All three men knew in their hearts this was the
case, yet none of them moved a muscle to try. They were all watching and waiting
for one of the others to make the first move so they could follow a step or two
behind and help. The situation demanded a leader and all three men were followers.
Stormi is a dog. She is dark grey and has long legs. Her eyes are expressive and
are able to let her humans know what she is thinking. Her tongue is long, pink, and
wet. Her long legs allow her to sprint after other dogs, people or bunnies. She can
be a good dog, but also very bad. Her tail wags when happy or excited and hides
between her back legs when she is bad. Stormi is a dog I love.

"It was so great to hear from you today and it was such weird timing," he said.
"This is going to sound funny and a little strange, but you were in a dream I had
just a couple of days ago. I'd love to get together and tell you about it if you're
up for a cup of coffee," he continued, laying the trap he'd been planning for
years.
It was a question of which of the two she preferred. On the one hand, the choice
seemed simple. The more expensive one with a brand name would be the choice of
most. It was the easy choice. The safe choice. But she wasn't sure she actually
preferred it.
What were they eating? It didn't taste like anything she had ever eaten before and
although she was famished, she didn't dare ask. She knew the answer would be one
she didn't want to hear.
Benny was tired. Not the normal every day tired from a hard day o work. The
exhausted type of tired where you're surprised your body can even move. All he
wanted to do was sit in front of the TV, put his feet up on the coffee table, and
drink a beer. The only issue was that he had forgotten where he lived.
He hid under the covers hoping that nobody would notice him there. It really didn't
make much sense since it would be obvious to anyone who walked into the room there
was someone hiding there, but he still held out hope. He heard footsteps coming
down the hall and stop in front in front of the bedroom door. He heard the squeak
of the door hinges and someone opened the bedroom door. He held his breath waiting
for whoever was about to discover him, but they never did.
The time to take action was now. All three men knew in their hearts this was the
case, yet none of them moved a muscle to try. They were all watching and waiting
for one of the others to make the first move so they could follow a step or two
behind and help. The situation demanded a leader and all three men were followers.
Stormi is a dog. She is dark grey and has long legs. Her eyes are expressive and
are able to let her humans know what she is thinking. Her tongue is long, pink, and
wet. Her long legs allow her to sprint after other dogs, people or bunnies. She can
be a good dog, but also very bad. Her tail wags when happy or excited and hides
between her back legs when she is bad. Stormi is a dog I love.

"It was so great to hear from you today and it was such weird timing," he said.
"This is going to sound funny and a little strange, but you were in a dream I had
just a couple of days ago. I'd love to get together and tell you about it if you're
up for a cup of coffee," he continued, laying the trap he'd been planning for
years.
It was a question of which of the two she preferred. On the one hand, the choice
seemed simple. The more expensive one with a brand name would be the choice of
most. It was the easy choice. The safe choice. But she wasn't sure she actually
preferred it.
What were they eating? It didn't taste like anything she had ever eaten before and
although she was famished, she didn't dare ask. She knew the answer would be one
she didn't want to hear.
Benny was tired. Not the normal every day tired from a hard day o work. The
exhausted type of tired where you're surprised your body can even move. All he
wanted to do was sit in front of the TV, put his feet up on the coffee table, and
drink a beer. The only issue was that he had forgotten where he lived.
He hid under the covers hoping that nobody would notice him there. It really didn't
make much sense since it would be obvious to anyone who walked into the room there
was someone hiding there, but he still held out hope. He heard footsteps coming
down the hall and stop in front in front of the bedroom door. He heard the squeak
of the door hinges and someone opened the bedroom door. He held his breath waiting
for whoever was about to discover him, but they never did.
The time to take action was now. All three men knew in their hearts this was the
case, yet none of them moved a muscle to try. They were all watching and waiting
for one of the others to make the first move so they could follow a step or two
behind and help. The situation demanded a leader and all three men were followers.
Stormi is a dog. She is dark grey and has long legs. Her eyes are expressive and
are able to let her humans know what she is thinking. Her tongue is long, pink, and
wet. Her long legs allow her to sprint after other dogs, people or bunnies. She can
be a good dog, but also very bad. Her tail wags when happy or excited and hides
between her back legs when she is bad. Stormi is a dog I love.

"It was so great to hear from you today and it was such weird timing," he said.
"This is going to sound funny and a little strange, but you were in a dream I had
just a couple of days ago. I'd love to get together and tell you about it if you're
up for a cup of coffee," he continued, laying the trap he'd been planning for
years.
It was a question of which of the two she preferred. On the one hand, the choice
seemed simple. The more expensive one with a brand name would be the choice of
most. It was the easy choice. The safe choice. But she wasn't sure she actually
preferred it.
What were they eating? It didn't taste like anything she had ever eaten before and
although she was famished, she didn't dare ask. She knew the answer would be one
she didn't want to hear.
Benny was tired. Not the normal every day tired from a hard day o work. The
exhausted type of tired where you're surprised your body can even move. All he
wanted to do was sit in front of the TV, put his feet up on the coffee table, and
drink a beer. The only issue was that he had forgotten where he lived.
He hid under the covers hoping that nobody would notice him there. It really didn't
make much sense since it would be obvious to anyone who walked into the room there
was someone hiding there, but he still held out hope. He heard footsteps coming
down the hall and stop in front in front of the bedroom door. He heard the squeak
of the door hinges and someone opened the bedroom door. He held his breath waiting
for whoever was about to discover him, but they never did.
The time to take action was now. All three men knew in their hearts this was the
case, yet none of them moved a muscle to try. They were all watching and waiting
for one of the others to make the first move so they could follow a step or two
behind and help. The situation demanded a leader and all three men were followers.
Stormi is a dog. She is dark grey and has long legs. Her eyes are expressive and
are able to let her humans know what she is thinking. Her tongue is long, pink, and
wet. Her long legs allow her to sprint after other dogs, people or bunnies. She can
be a good dog, but also very bad. Her tail wags when happy or excited and hides
between her back legs when she is bad. Stormi is a dog I love.

"It was so great to hear from you today and it was such weird timing," he said.
"This is going to sound funny and a little strange, but you were in a dream I had
just a couple of days ago. I'd love to get together and tell you about it if you're
up for a cup of coffee," he continued, laying the trap he'd been planning for
years.
It was a question of which of the two she preferred. On the one hand, the choice
seemed simple. The more expensive one with a brand name would be the choice of
most. It was the easy choice. The safe choice. But she wasn't sure she actually
preferred it.
What were they eating? It didn't taste like anything she had ever eaten before and
although she was famished, she didn't dare ask. She knew the answer would be one
she didn't want to hear.
Benny was tired. Not the normal every day tired from a hard day o work. The
exhausted type of tired where you're surprised your body can even move. All he
wanted to do was sit in front of the TV, put his feet up on the coffee table, and
drink a beer. The only issue was that he had forgotten where he lived.
He hid under the covers hoping that nobody would notice him there. It really didn't
make much sense since it would be obvious to anyone who walked into the room there
was someone hiding there, but he still held out hope. He heard footsteps coming
down the hall and stop in front in front of the bedroom door. He heard the squeak
of the door hinges and someone opened the bedroom door. He held his breath waiting
for whoever was about to discover him, but they never did.
The time to take action was now. All three men knew in their hearts this was the
case, yet none of them moved a muscle to try. They were all watching and waiting
for one of the others to make the first move so they could follow a step or two
behind and help. The situation demanded a leader and all three men were followers.
Stormi is a dog. She is dark grey and has long legs. Her eyes are expressive and
are able to let her humans know what she is thinking. Her tongue is long, pink, and
wet. Her long legs allow her to sprint after other dogs, people or bunnies. She can
be a good dog, but also very bad. Her tail wags when happy or excited and hides
between her back legs when she is bad. Stormi is a dog I love.

"It was so great to hear from you today and it was such weird timing," he said.
"This is going to sound funny and a little strange, but you were in a dream I had
just a couple of days ago. I'd love to get together and tell you about it if you're
up for a cup of coffee," he continued, laying the trap he'd been planning for
years.
It was a question of which of the two she preferred. On the one hand, the choice
seemed simple. The more expensive one with a brand name would be the choice of
most. It was the easy choice. The safe choice. But she wasn't sure she actually
preferred it.
What were they eating? It didn't taste like anything she had ever eaten before and
although she was famished, she didn't dare ask. She knew the answer would be one
she didn't want to hear.
Benny was tired. Not the normal every day tired from a hard day o work. The
exhausted type of tired where you're surprised your body can even move. All he
wanted to do was sit in front of the TV, put his feet up on the coffee table, and
drink a beer. The only issue was that he had forgotten where he lived.
He hid under the covers hoping that nobody would notice him there. It really didn't
make much sense since it would be obvious to anyone who walked into the room there
was someone hiding there, but he still held out hope. He heard footsteps coming
down the hall and stop in front in front of the bedroom door. He heard the squeak
of the door hinges and someone opened the bedroom door. He held his breath waiting
for whoever was about to discover him, but they never did.
The time to take action was now. All three men knew in their hearts this was the
case, yet none of them moved a muscle to try. They were all watching and waiting
for one of the others to make the first move so they could follow a step or two
behind and help. The situation demanded a leader and all three men were followers.
Stormi is a dog. She is dark grey and has long legs. Her eyes are expressive and
are able to let her humans know what she is thinking. Her tongue is long, pink, and
wet. Her long legs allow her to sprint after other dogs, people or bunnies. She can
be a good dog, but also very bad. Her tail wags when happy or excited and hides
between her back legs when she is bad. Stormi is a dog I love.

"It was so great to hear from you today and it was such weird timing," he said.
"This is going to sound funny and a little strange, but you were in a dream I had
just a couple of days ago. I'd love to get together and tell you about it if you're
up for a cup of coffee," he continued, laying the trap he'd been planning for
years.
It was a question of which of the two she preferred. On the one hand, the choice
seemed simple. The more expensive one with a brand name would be the choice of
most. It was the easy choice. The safe choice. But she wasn't sure she actually
preferred it.
What were they eating? It didn't taste like anything she had ever eaten before and
although she was famished, she didn't dare ask. She knew the answer would be one
she didn't want to hear.
Benny was tired. Not the normal every day tired from a hard day o work. The
exhausted type of tired where you're surprised your body can even move. All he
wanted to do was sit in front of the TV, put his feet up on the coffee table, and
drink a beer. The only issue was that he had forgotten where he lived.
He hid under the covers hoping that nobody would notice him there. It really didn't
make much sense since it would be obvious to anyone who walked into the room there
was someone hiding there, but he still held out hope. He heard footsteps coming
down the hall and stop in front in front of the bedroom door. He heard the squeak
of the door hinges and someone opened the bedroom door. He held his breath waiting
for whoever was about to discover him, but they never did.
The time to take action was now. All three men knew in their hearts this was the
case, yet none of them moved a muscle to try. They were all watching and waiting
for one of the others to make the first move so they could follow a step or two
behind and help. The situation demanded a leader and all three men were followers.
Stormi is a dog. She is dark grey and has long legs. Her eyes are expressive and
are able to let her humans know what she is thinking. Her tongue is long, pink, and
wet. Her long legs allow her to sprint after other dogs, people or bunnies. She can
be a good dog, but also very bad. Her tail wags when happy or excited and hides
between her back legs when she is bad. Stormi is a dog I love.

"It was so great to hear from you today and it was such weird timing," he said.
"This is going to sound funny and a little strange, but you were in a dream I had
just a couple of days ago. I'd love to get together and tell you about it if you're
up for a cup of coffee," he continued, laying the trap he'd been planning for
years.
It was a question of which of the two she preferred. On the one hand, the choice
seemed simple. The more expensive one with a brand name would be the choice of
most. It was the easy choice. The safe choice. But she wasn't sure she actually
preferred it.
What were they eating? It didn't taste like anything she had ever eaten before and
although she was famished, she didn't dare ask. She knew the answer would be one
she didn't want to hear.
Benny was tired. Not the normal every day tired from a hard day o work. The
exhausted type of tired where you're surprised your body can even move. All he
wanted to do was sit in front of the TV, put his feet up on the coffee table, and
drink a beer. The only issue was that he had forgotten where he lived.
He hid under the covers hoping that nobody would notice him there. It really didn't
make much sense since it would be obvious to anyone who walked into the room there
was someone hiding there, but he still held out hope. He heard footsteps coming
down the hall and stop in front in front of the bedroom door. He heard the squeak
of the door hinges and someone opened the bedroom door. He held his breath waiting
for whoever was about to discover him, but they never did.
The time to take action was now. All three men knew in their hearts this was the
case, yet none of them moved a muscle to try. They were all watching and waiting
for one of the others to make the first move so they could follow a step or two
behind and help. The situation demanded a leader and all three men were followers.
Stormi is a dog. She is dark grey and has long legs. Her eyes are expressive and
are able to let her humans know what she is thinking. Her tongue is long, pink, and
wet. Her long legs allow her to sprint after other dogs, people or bunnies. She can
be a good dog, but also very bad. Her tail wags when happy or excited and hides
between her back legs when she is bad. Stormi is a dog I love.

"It was so great to hear from you today and it was such weird timing," he said.
"This is going to sound funny and a little strange, but you were in a dream I had
just a couple of days ago. I'd love to get together and tell you about it if you're
up for a cup of coffee," he continued, laying the trap he'd been planning for
years.
It was a question of which of the two she preferred. On the one hand, the choice
seemed simple. The more expensive one with a brand name would be the choice of
most. It was the easy choice. The safe choice. But she wasn't sure she actually
preferred it.
What were they eating? It didn't taste like anything she had ever eaten before and
although she was famished, she didn't dare ask. She knew the answer would be one
she didn't want to hear.
Benny was tired. Not the normal every day tired from a hard day o work. The
exhausted type of tired where you're surprised your body can even move. All he
wanted to do was sit in front of the TV, put his feet up on the coffee table, and
drink a beer. The only issue was that he had forgotten where he lived.
He hid under the covers hoping that nobody would notice him there. It really didn't
make much sense since it would be obvious to anyone who walked into the room there
was someone hiding there, but he still held out hope. He heard footsteps coming
down the hall and stop in front in front of the bedroom door. He heard the squeak
of the door hinges and someone opened the bedroom door. He held his breath waiting
for whoever was about to discover him, but they never did.
The time to take action was now. All three men knew in their hearts this was the
case, yet none of them moved a muscle to try. They were all watching and waiting
for one of the others to make the first move so they could follow a step or two
behind and help. The situation demanded a leader and all three men were followers.
Stormi is a dog. She is dark grey and has long legs. Her eyes are expressive and
are able to let her humans know what she is thinking. Her tongue is long, pink, and
wet. Her long legs allow her to sprint after other dogs, people or bunnies. She can
be a good dog, but also very bad. Her tail wags when happy or excited and hides
between her back legs when she is bad. Stormi is a dog I love.

"It was so great to hear from you today and it was such weird timing," he said.
"This is going to sound funny and a little strange, but you were in a dream I had
just a couple of days ago. I'd love to get together and tell you about it if you're
up for a cup of coffee," he continued, laying the trap he'd been planning for
years.
It was a question of which of the two she preferred. On the one hand, the choice
seemed simple. The more expensive one with a brand name would be the choice of
most. It was the easy choice. The safe choice. But she wasn't sure she actually
preferred it.
What were they eating? It didn't taste like anything she had ever eaten before and
although she was famished, she didn't dare ask. She knew the answer would be one
she didn't want to hear.
Benny was tired. Not the normal every day tired from a hard day o work. The
exhausted type of tired where you're surprised your body can even move. All he
wanted to do was sit in front of the TV, put his feet up on the coffee table, and
drink a beer. The only issue was that he had forgotten where he lived.
He hid under the covers hoping that nobody would notice him there. It really didn't
make much sense since it would be obvious to anyone who walked into the room there
was someone hiding there, but he still held out hope. He heard footsteps coming
down the hall and stop in front in front of the bedroom door. He heard the squeak
of the door hinges and someone opened the bedroom door. He held his breath waiting
for whoever was about to discover him, but they never did.
The time to take action was now. All three men knew in their hearts this was the
case, yet none of them moved a muscle to try. They were all watching and waiting
for one of the others to make the first move so they could follow a step or two
behind and help. The situation demanded a leader and all three men were followers.
Stormi is a dog. She is dark grey and has long legs. Her eyes are expressive and
are able to let her humans know what she is thinking. Her tongue is long, pink, and
wet. Her long legs allow her to sprint after other dogs, people or bunnies. She can
be a good dog, but also very bad. Her tail wags when happy or excited and hides
between her back legs when she is bad. Stormi is a dog I love.

"It was so great to hear from you today and it was such weird timing," he said.
"This is going to sound funny and a little strange, but you were in a dream I had
just a couple of days ago. I'd love to get together and tell you about it if you're
up for a cup of coffee," he continued, laying the trap he'd been planning for
years.
It was a question of which of the two she preferred. On the one hand, the choice
seemed simple. The more expensive one with a brand name would be the choice of
most. It was the easy choice. The safe choice. But she wasn't sure she actually
preferred it.
What were they eating? It didn't taste like anything she had ever eaten before and
although she was famished, she didn't dare ask. She knew the answer would be one
she didn't want to hear.
Benny was tired. Not the normal every day tired from a hard day o work. The
exhausted type of tired where you're surprised your body can even move. All he
wanted to do was sit in front of the TV, put his feet up on the coffee table, and
drink a beer. The only issue was that he had forgotten where he lived.
He hid under the covers hoping that nobody would notice him there. It really didn't
make much sense since it would be obvious to anyone who walked into the room there
was someone hiding there, but he still held out hope. He heard footsteps coming
down the hall and stop in front in front of the bedroom door. He heard the squeak
of the door hinges and someone opened the bedroom door. He held his breath waiting
for whoever was about to discover him, but they never did.
The time to take action was now. All three men knew in their hearts this was the
case, yet none of them moved a muscle to try. They were all watching and waiting
for one of the others to make the first move so they could follow a step or two
behind and help. The situation demanded a leader and all three men were followers.
Stormi is a dog. She is dark grey and has long legs. Her eyes are expressive and
are able to let her humans know what she is thinking. Her tongue is long, pink, and
wet. Her long legs allow her to sprint after other dogs, people or bunnies. She can
be a good dog, but also very bad. Her tail wags when happy or excited and hides
between her back legs when she is bad. Stormi is a dog I love.

"It was so great to hear from you today and it was such weird timing," he said.
"This is going to sound funny and a little strange, but you were in a dream I had
just a couple of days ago. I'd love to get together and tell you about it if you're
up for a cup of coffee," he continued, laying the trap he'd been planning for
years.
It was a question of which of the two she preferred. On the one hand, the choice
seemed simple. The more expensive one with a brand name would be the choice of
most. It was the easy choice. The safe choice. But she wasn't sure she actually
preferred it.
What were they eating? It didn't taste like anything she had ever eaten before and
although she was famished, she didn't dare ask. She knew the answer would be one
she didn't want to hear.
Benny was tired. Not the normal every day tired from a hard day o work. The
exhausted type of tired where you're surprised your body can even move. All he
wanted to do was sit in front of the TV, put his feet up on the coffee table, and
drink a beer. The only issue was that he had forgotten where he lived.
He hid under the covers hoping that nobody would notice him there. It really didn't
make much sense since it would be obvious to anyone who walked into the room there
was someone hiding there, but he still held out hope. He heard footsteps coming
down the hall and stop in front in front of the bedroom door. He heard the squeak
of the door hinges and someone opened the bedroom door. He held his breath waiting
for whoever was about to discover him, but they never did.
The time to take action was now. All three men knew in their hearts this was the
case, yet none of them moved a muscle to try. They were all watching and waiting
for one of the others to make the first move so they could follow a step or two
behind and help. The situation demanded a leader and all three men were followers.
Stormi is a dog. She is dark grey and has long legs. Her eyes are expressive and
are able to let her humans know what she is thinking. Her tongue is long, pink, and
wet. Her long legs allow her to sprint after other dogs, people or bunnies. She can
be a good dog, but also very bad. Her tail wags when happy or excited and hides
between her back legs when she is bad. Stormi is a dog I love.

"It was so great to hear from you today and it was such weird timing," he said.
"This is going to sound funny and a little strange, but you were in a dream I had
just a couple of days ago. I'd love to get together and tell you about it if you're
up for a cup of coffee," he continued, laying the trap he'd been planning for
years.
It was a question of which of the two she preferred. On the one hand, the choice
seemed simple. The more expensive one with a brand name would be the choice of
most. It was the easy choice. The safe choice. But she wasn't sure she actually
preferred it.
What were they eating? It didn't taste like anything she had ever eaten before and
although she was famished, she didn't dare ask. She knew the answer would be one
she didn't want to hear.
Benny was tired. Not the normal every day tired from a hard day o work. The
exhausted type of tired where you're surprised your body can even move. All he
wanted to do was sit in front of the TV, put his feet up on the coffee table, and
drink a beer. The only issue was that he had forgotten where he lived.
He hid under the covers hoping that nobody would notice him there. It really didn't
make much sense since it would be obvious to anyone who walked into the room there
was someone hiding there, but he still held out hope. He heard footsteps coming
down the hall and stop in front in front of the bedroom door. He heard the squeak
of the door hinges and someone opened the bedroom door. He held his breath waiting
for whoever was about to discover him, but they never did.
The time to take action was now. All three men knew in their hearts this was the
case, yet none of them moved a muscle to try. They were all watching and waiting
for one of the others to make the first move so they could follow a step or two
behind and help. The situation demanded a leader and all three men were followers.
Stormi is a dog. She is dark grey and has long legs. Her eyes are expressive and
are able to let her humans know what she is thinking. Her tongue is long, pink, and
wet. Her long legs allow her to sprint after other dogs, people or bunnies. She can
be a good dog, but also very bad. Her tail wags when happy or excited and hides
between her back legs when she is bad. Stormi is a dog I love.
"It was so great to hear from you today and it was such weird timing," he said.
"This is going to sound funny and a little strange, but you were in a dream I had
just a couple of days ago. I'd love to get together and tell you about it if you're
up for a cup of coffee," he continued, laying the trap he'd been planning for
years.
It was a question of which of the two she preferred. On the one hand, the choice
seemed simple. The more expensive one with a brand name would be the choice of
most. It was the easy choice. The safe choice. But she wasn't sure she actually
preferred it.
What were they eating? It didn't taste like anything she had ever eaten before and
although she was famished, she didn't dare ask. She knew the answer would be one
she didn't want to hear.
Benny was tired. Not the normal every day tired from a hard day o work. The
exhausted type of tired where you're surprised your body can even move. All he
wanted to do was sit in front of the TV, put his feet up on the coffee table, and
drink a beer. The only issue was that he had forgotten where he lived.
He hid under the covers hoping that nobody would notice him there. It really didn't
make much sense since it would be obvious to anyone who walked into the room there
was someone hiding there, but he still held out hope. He heard footsteps coming
down the hall and stop in front in front of the bedroom door. He heard the squeak
of the door hinges and someone opened the bedroom door. He held his breath waiting
for whoever was about to discover him, but they never did.
The time to take action was now. All three men knew in their hearts this was the
case, yet none of them moved a muscle to try. They were all watching and waiting
for one of the others to make the first move so they could follow a step or two
behind and help. The situation demanded a leader and all three men were followers.
Stormi is a dog. She is dark grey and has long legs. Her eyes are expressive and
are able to let her humans know what she is thinking. Her tongue is long, pink, and
wet. Her long legs allow her to sprint after other dogs, people or bunnies. She can
be a good dog, but also very bad. Her tail wags when happy or excited and hides
between her back legs when she is bad. Stormi is a dog I love.

"It was so great to hear from you today and it was such weird timing," he said.
"This is going to sound funny and a little strange, but you were in a dream I had
just a couple of days ago. I'd love to get together and tell you about it if you're
up for a cup of coffee," he continued, laying the trap he'd been planning for
years.
It was a question of which of the two she preferred. On the one hand, the choice
seemed simple. The more expensive one with a brand name would be the choice of
most. It was the easy choice. The safe choice. But she wasn't sure she actually
preferred it.
What were they eating? It didn't taste like anything she had ever eaten before and
although she was famished, she didn't dare ask. She knew the answer would be one
she didn't want to hear.
Benny was tired. Not the normal every day tired from a hard day o work. The
exhausted type of tired where you're surprised your body can even move. All he
wanted to do was sit in front of the TV, put his feet up on the coffee table, and
drink a beer. The only issue was that he had forgotten where he lived.
He hid under the covers hoping that nobody would notice him there. It really didn't
make much sense since it would be obvious to anyone who walked into the room there
was someone hiding there, but he still held out hope. He heard footsteps coming
down the hall and stop in front in front of the bedroom door. He heard the squeak
of the door hinges and someone opened the bedroom door. He held his breath waiting
for whoever was about to discover him, but they never did.
The time to take action was now. All three men knew in their hearts this was the
case, yet none of them moved a muscle to try. They were all watching and waiting
for one of the others to make the first move so they could follow a step or two
behind and help. The situation demanded a leader and all three men were followers.
Stormi is a dog. She is dark grey and has long legs. Her eyes are expressive and
are able to let her humans know what she is thinking. Her tongue is long, pink, and
wet. Her long legs allow her to sprint after other dogs, people or bunnies. She can
be a good dog, but also very bad. Her tail wags when happy or excited and hides
between her back legs when she is bad. Stormi is a dog I love.

"It was so great to hear from you today and it was such weird timing," he said.
"This is going to sound funny and a little strange, but you were in a dream I had
just a couple of days ago. I'd love to get together and tell you about it if you're
up for a cup of coffee," he continued, laying the trap he'd been planning for
years.
It was a question of which of the two she preferred. On the one hand, the choice
seemed simple. The more expensive one with a brand name would be the choice of
most. It was the easy choice. The safe choice. But she wasn't sure she actually
preferred it.
What were they eating? It didn't taste like anything she had ever eaten before and
although she was famished, she didn't dare ask. She knew the answer would be one
she didn't want to hear.
Benny was tired. Not the normal every day tired from a hard day o work. The
exhausted type of tired where you're surprised your body can even move. All he
wanted to do was sit in front of the TV, put his feet up on the coffee table, and
drink a beer. The only issue was that he had forgotten where he lived.
He hid under the covers hoping that nobody would notice him there. It really didn't
make much sense since it would be obvious to anyone who walked into the room there
was someone hiding there, but he still held out hope. He heard footsteps coming
down the hall and stop in front in front of the bedroom door. He heard the squeak
of the door hinges and someone opened the bedroom door. He held his breath waiting
for whoever was about to discover him, but they never did.
The time to take action was now. All three men knew in their hearts this was the
case, yet none of them moved a muscle to try. They were all watching and waiting
for one of the others to make the first move so they could follow a step or two
behind and help. The situation demanded a leader and all three men were followers.
Stormi is a dog. She is dark grey and has long legs. Her eyes are expressive and
are able to let her humans know what she is thinking. Her tongue is long, pink, and
wet. Her long legs allow her to sprint after other dogs, people or bunnies. She can
be a good dog, but also very bad. Her tail wags when happy or excited and hides
between her back legs when she is bad. Stormi is a dog I love.

"It was so great to hear from you today and it was such weird timing," he said.
"This is going to sound funny and a little strange, but you were in a dream I had
just a couple of days ago. I'd love to get together and tell you about it if you're
up for a cup of coffee," he continued, laying the trap he'd been planning for
years.
It was a question of which of the two she preferred. On the one hand, the choice
seemed simple. The more expensive one with a brand name would be the choice of
most. It was the easy choice. The safe choice. But she wasn't sure she actually
preferred it.
What were they eating? It didn't taste like anything she had ever eaten before and
although she was famished, she didn't dare ask. She knew the answer would be one
she didn't want to hear.
Benny was tired. Not the normal every day tired from a hard day o work. The
exhausted type of tired where you're surprised your body can even move. All he
wanted to do was sit in front of the TV, put his feet up on the coffee table, and
drink a beer. The only issue was that he had forgotten where he lived.
He hid under the covers hoping that nobody would notice him there. It really didn't
make much sense since it would be obvious to anyone who walked into the room there
was someone hiding there, but he still held out hope. He heard footsteps coming
down the hall and stop in front in front of the bedroom door. He heard the squeak
of the door hinges and someone opened the bedroom door. He held his breath waiting
for whoever was about to discover him, but they never did.
The time to take action was now. All three men knew in their hearts this was the
case, yet none of them moved a muscle to try. They were all watching and waiting
for one of the others to make the first move so they could follow a step or two
behind and help. The situation demanded a leader and all three men were followers.
Stormi is a dog. She is dark grey and has long legs. Her eyes are expressive and
are able to let her humans know what she is thinking. Her tongue is long, pink, and
wet. Her long legs allow her to sprint after other dogs, people or bunnies. She can
be a good dog, but also very bad. Her tail wags when happy or excited and hides
between her back legs when she is bad. Stormi is a dog I love.

"It was so great to hear from you today and it was such weird timing," he said.
"This is going to sound funny and a little strange, but you were in a dream I had
just a couple of days ago. I'd love to get together and tell you about it if you're
up for a cup of coffee," he continued, laying the trap he'd been planning for
years.
It was a question of which of the two she preferred. On the one hand, the choice
seemed simple. The more expensive one with a brand name would be the choice of
most. It was the easy choice. The safe choice. But she wasn't sure she actually
preferred it.
What were they eating? It didn't taste like anything she had ever eaten before and
although she was famished, she didn't dare ask. She knew the answer would be one
she didn't want to hear.
Benny was tired. Not the normal every day tired from a hard day o work. The
exhausted type of tired where you're surprised your body can even move. All he
wanted to do was sit in front of the TV, put his feet up on the coffee table, and
drink a beer. The only issue was that he had forgotten where he lived.
He hid under the covers hoping that nobody would notice him there. It really didn't
make much sense since it would be obvious to anyone who walked into the room there
was someone hiding there, but he still held out hope. He heard footsteps coming
down the hall and stop in front in front of the bedroom door. He heard the squeak
of the door hinges and someone opened the bedroom door. He held his breath waiting
for whoever was about to discover him, but they never did.
The time to take action was now. All three men knew in their hearts this was the
case, yet none of them moved a muscle to try. They were all watching and waiting
for one of the others to make the first move so they could follow a step or two
behind and help. The situation demanded a leader and all three men were followers.
Stormi is a dog. She is dark grey and has long legs. Her eyes are expressive and
are able to let her humans know what she is thinking. Her tongue is long, pink, and
wet. Her long legs allow her to sprint after other dogs, people or bunnies. She can
be a good dog, but also very bad. Her tail wags when happy or excited and hides
between her back legs when she is bad. Stormi is a dog I love.

"It was so great to hear from you today and it was such weird timing," he said.
"This is going to sound funny and a little strange, but you were in a dream I had
just a couple of days ago. I'd love to get together and tell you about it if you're
up for a cup of coffee," he continued, laying the trap he'd been planning for
years.
It was a question of which of the two she preferred. On the one hand, the choice
seemed simple. The more expensive one with a brand name would be the choice of
most. It was the easy choice. The safe choice. But she wasn't sure she actually
preferred it.
What were they eating? It didn't taste like anything she had ever eaten before and
although she was famished, she didn't dare ask. She knew the answer would be one
she didn't want to hear.
Benny was tired. Not the normal every day tired from a hard day o work. The
exhausted type of tired where you're surprised your body can even move. All he
wanted to do was sit in front of the TV, put his feet up on the coffee table, and
drink a beer. The only issue was that he had forgotten where he lived.
He hid under the covers hoping that nobody would notice him there. It really didn't
make much sense since it would be obvious to anyone who walked into the room there
was someone hiding there, but he still held out hope. He heard footsteps coming
down the hall and stop in front in front of the bedroom door. He heard the squeak
of the door hinges and someone opened the bedroom door. He held his breath waiting
for whoever was about to discover him, but they never did.
The time to take action was now. All three men knew in their hearts this was the
case, yet none of them moved a muscle to try. They were all watching and waiting
for one of the others to make the first move so they could follow a step or two
behind and help. The situation demanded a leader and all three men were followers.
Stormi is a dog. She is dark grey and has long legs. Her eyes are expressive and
are able to let her humans know what she is thinking. Her tongue is long, pink, and
wet. Her long legs allow her to sprint after other dogs, people or bunnies. She can
be a good dog, but also very bad. Her tail wags when happy or excited and hides
between her back legs when she is bad. Stormi is a dog I love.

"It was so great to hear from you today and it was such weird timing," he said.
"This is going to sound funny and a little strange, but you were in a dream I had
just a couple of days ago. I'd love to get together and tell you about it if you're
up for a cup of coffee," he continued, laying the trap he'd been planning for
years.
It was a question of which of the two she preferred. On the one hand, the choice
seemed simple. The more expensive one with a brand name would be the choice of
most. It was the easy choice. The safe choice. But she wasn't sure she actually
preferred it.
What were they eating? It didn't taste like anything she had ever eaten before and
although she was famished, she didn't dare ask. She knew the answer would be one
she didn't want to hear.
Benny was tired. Not the normal every day tired from a hard day o work. The
exhausted type of tired where you're surprised your body can even move. All he
wanted to do was sit in front of the TV, put his feet up on the coffee table, and
drink a beer. The only issue was that he had forgotten where he lived.
He hid under the covers hoping that nobody would notice him there. It really didn't
make much sense since it would be obvious to anyone who walked into the room there
was someone hiding there, but he still held out hope. He heard footsteps coming
down the hall and stop in front in front of the bedroom door. He heard the squeak
of the door hinges and someone opened the bedroom door. He held his breath waiting
for whoever was about to discover him, but they never did.
The time to take action was now. All three men knew in their hearts this was the
case, yet none of them moved a muscle to try. They were all watching and waiting
for one of the others to make the first move so they could follow a step or two
behind and help. The situation demanded a leader and all three men were followers.
Stormi is a dog. She is dark grey and has long legs. Her eyes are expressive and
are able to let her humans know what she is thinking. Her tongue is long, pink, and
wet. Her long legs allow her to sprint after other dogs, people or bunnies. She can
be a good dog, but also very bad. Her tail wags when happy or excited and hides
between her back legs when she is bad. Stormi is a dog I love.

"It was so great to hear from you today and it was such weird timing," he said.
"This is going to sound funny and a little strange, but you were in a dream I had
just a couple of days ago. I'd love to get together and tell you about it if you're
up for a cup of coffee," he continued, laying the trap he'd been planning for
years.
It was a question of which of the two she preferred. On the one hand, the choice
seemed simple. The more expensive one with a brand name would be the choice of
most. It was the easy choice. The safe choice. But she wasn't sure she actually
preferred it.
What were they eating? It didn't taste like anything she had ever eaten before and
although she was famished, she didn't dare ask. She knew the answer would be one
she didn't want to hear.
Benny was tired. Not the normal every day tired from a hard day o work. The
exhausted type of tired where you're surprised your body can even move. All he
wanted to do was sit in front of the TV, put his feet up on the coffee table, and
drink a beer. The only issue was that he had forgotten where he lived.
He hid under the covers hoping that nobody would notice him there. It really didn't
make much sense since it would be obvious to anyone who walked into the room there
was someone hiding there, but he still held out hope. He heard footsteps coming
down the hall and stop in front in front of the bedroom door. He heard the squeak
of the door hinges and someone opened the bedroom door. He held his breath waiting
for whoever was about to discover him, but they never did.
The time to take action was now. All three men knew in their hearts this was the
case, yet none of them moved a muscle to try. They were all watching and waiting
for one of the others to make the first move so they could follow a step or two
behind and help. The situation demanded a leader and all three men were followers.
Stormi is a dog. She is dark grey and has long legs. Her eyes are expressive and
are able to let her humans know what she is thinking. Her tongue is long, pink, and
wet. Her long legs allow her to sprint after other dogs, people or bunnies. She can
be a good dog, but also very bad. Her tail wags when happy or excited and hides
between her back legs when she is bad. Stormi is a dog I love.

"It was so great to hear from you today and it was such weird timing," he said.
"This is going to sound funny and a little strange, but you were in a dream I had
just a couple of days ago. I'd love to get together and tell you about it if you're
up for a cup of coffee," he continued, laying the trap he'd been planning for
years.
It was a question of which of the two she preferred. On the one hand, the choice
seemed simple. The more expensive one with a brand name would be the choice of
most. It was the easy choice. The safe choice. But she wasn't sure she actually
preferred it.
What were they eating? It didn't taste like anything she had ever eaten before and
although she was famished, she didn't dare ask. She knew the answer would be one
she didn't want to hear.
Benny was tired. Not the normal every day tired from a hard day o work. The
exhausted type of tired where you're surprised your body can even move. All he
wanted to do was sit in front of the TV, put his feet up on the coffee table, and
drink a beer. The only issue was that he had forgotten where he lived.
He hid under the covers hoping that nobody would notice him there. It really didn't
make much sense since it would be obvious to anyone who walked into the room there
was someone hiding there, but he still held out hope. He heard footsteps coming
down the hall and stop in front in front of the bedroom door. He heard the squeak
of the door hinges and someone opened the bedroom door. He held his breath waiting
for whoever was about to discover him, but they never did.
The time to take action was now. All three men knew in their hearts this was the
case, yet none of them moved a muscle to try. They were all watching and waiting
for one of the others to make the first move so they could follow a step or two
behind and help. The situation demanded a leader and all three men were followers.
Stormi is a dog. She is dark grey and has long legs. Her eyes are expressive and
are able to let her humans know what she is thinking. Her tongue is long, pink, and
wet. Her long legs allow her to sprint after other dogs, people or bunnies. She can
be a good dog, but also very bad. Her tail wags when happy or excited and hides
between her back legs when she is bad. Stormi is a dog I love.

"It was so great to hear from you today and it was such weird timing," he said.
"This is going to sound funny and a little strange, but you were in a dream I had
just a couple of days ago. I'd love to get together and tell you about it if you're
up for a cup of coffee," he continued, laying the trap he'd been planning for
years.
It was a question of which of the two she preferred. On the one hand, the choice
seemed simple. The more expensive one with a brand name would be the choice of
most. It was the easy choice. The safe choice. But she wasn't sure she actually
preferred it.
What were they eating? It didn't taste like anything she had ever eaten before and
although she was famished, she didn't dare ask. She knew the answer would be one
she didn't want to hear.
Benny was tired. Not the normal every day tired from a hard day o work. The
exhausted type of tired where you're surprised your body can even move. All he
wanted to do was sit in front of the TV, put his feet up on the coffee table, and
drink a beer. The only issue was that he had forgotten where he lived.
He hid under the covers hoping that nobody would notice him there. It really didn't
make much sense since it would be obvious to anyone who walked into the room there
was someone hiding there, but he still held out hope. He heard footsteps coming
down the hall and stop in front in front of the bedroom door. He heard the squeak
of the door hinges and someone opened the bedroom door. He held his breath waiting
for whoever was about to discover him, but they never did.
The time to take action was now. All three men knew in their hearts this was the
case, yet none of them moved a muscle to try. They were all watching and waiting
for one of the others to make the first move so they could follow a step or two
behind and help. The situation demanded a leader and all three men were followers.
Stormi is a dog. She is dark grey and has long legs. Her eyes are expressive and
are able to let her humans know what she is thinking. Her tongue is long, pink, and
wet. Her long legs allow her to sprint after other dogs, people or bunnies. She can
be a good dog, but also very bad. Her tail wags when happy or excited and hides
between her back legs when she is bad. Stormi is a dog I love.

"It was so great to hear from you today and it was such weird timing," he said.
"This is going to sound funny and a little strange, but you were in a dream I had
just a couple of days ago. I'd love to get together and tell you about it if you're
up for a cup of coffee," he continued, laying the trap he'd been planning for
years.
It was a question of which of the two she preferred. On the one hand, the choice
seemed simple. The more expensive one with a brand name would be the choice of
most. It was the easy choice. The safe choice. But she wasn't sure she actually
preferred it.
What were they eating? It didn't taste like anything she had ever eaten before and
although she was famished, she didn't dare ask. She knew the answer would be one
she didn't want to hear.
Benny was tired. Not the normal every day tired from a hard day o work. The
exhausted type of tired where you're surprised your body can even move. All he
wanted to do was sit in front of the TV, put his feet up on the coffee table, and
drink a beer. The only issue was that he had forgotten where he lived.
He hid under the covers hoping that nobody would notice him there. It really didn't
make much sense since it would be obvious to anyone who walked into the room there
was someone hiding there, but he still held out hope. He heard footsteps coming
down the hall and stop in front in front of the bedroom door. He heard the squeak
of the door hinges and someone opened the bedroom door. He held his breath waiting
for whoever was about to discover him, but they never did.
The time to take action was now. All three men knew in their hearts this was the
case, yet none of them moved a muscle to try. They were all watching and waiting
for one of the others to make the first move so they could follow a step or two
behind and help. The situation demanded a leader and all three men were followers.
Stormi is a dog. She is dark grey and has long legs. Her eyes are expressive and
are able to let her humans know what she is thinking. Her tongue is long, pink, and
wet. Her long legs allow her to sprint after other dogs, people or bunnies. She can
be a good dog, but also very bad. Her tail wags when happy or excited and hides
between her back legs when she is bad. Stormi is a dog I love.

"It was so great to hear from you today and it was such weird timing," he said.
"This is going to sound funny and a little strange, but you were in a dream I had
just a couple of days ago. I'd love to get together and tell you about it if you're
up for a cup of coffee," he continued, laying the trap he'd been planning for
years.
It was a question of which of the two she preferred. On the one hand, the choice
seemed simple. The more expensive one with a brand name would be the choice of
most. It was the easy choice. The safe choice. But she wasn't sure she actually
preferred it.
What were they eating? It didn't taste like anything she had ever eaten before and
although she was famished, she didn't dare ask. She knew the answer would be one
she didn't want to hear.
Benny was tired. Not the normal every day tired from a hard day o work. The
exhausted type of tired where you're surprised your body can even move. All he
wanted to do was sit in front of the TV, put his feet up on the coffee table, and
drink a beer. The only issue was that he had forgotten where he lived.
He hid under the covers hoping that nobody would notice him there. It really didn't
make much sense since it would be obvious to anyone who walked into the room there
was someone hiding there, but he still held out hope. He heard footsteps coming
down the hall and stop in front in front of the bedroom door. He heard the squeak
of the door hinges and someone opened the bedroom door. He held his breath waiting
for whoever was about to discover him, but they never did.
The time to take action was now. All three men knew in their hearts this was the
case, yet none of them moved a muscle to try. They were all watching and waiting
for one of the others to make the first move so they could follow a step or two
behind and help. The situation demanded a leader and all three men were followers.
Stormi is a dog. She is dark grey and has long legs. Her eyes are expressive and
are able to let her humans know what she is thinking. Her tongue is long, pink, and
wet. Her long legs allow her to sprint after other dogs, people or bunnies. She can
be a good dog, but also very bad. Her tail wags when happy or excited and hides
between her back legs when she is bad. Stormi is a dog I love.

"It was so great to hear from you today and it was such weird timing," he said.
"This is going to sound funny and a little strange, but you were in a dream I had
just a couple of days ago. I'd love to get together and tell you about it if you're
up for a cup of coffee," he continued, laying the trap he'd been planning for
years.
It was a question of which of the two she preferred. On the one hand, the choice
seemed simple. The more expensive one with a brand name would be the choice of
most. It was the easy choice. The safe choice. But she wasn't sure she actually
preferred it.
What were they eating? It didn't taste like anything she had ever eaten before and
although she was famished, she didn't dare ask. She knew the answer would be one
she didn't want to hear.
Benny was tired. Not the normal every day tired from a hard day o work. The
exhausted type of tired where you're surprised your body can even move. All he
wanted to do was sit in front of the TV, put his feet up on the coffee table, and
drink a beer. The only issue was that he had forgotten where he lived.
He hid under the covers hoping that nobody would notice him there. It really didn't
make much sense since it would be obvious to anyone who walked into the room there
was someone hiding there, but he still held out hope. He heard footsteps coming
down the hall and stop in front in front of the bedroom door. He heard the squeak
of the door hinges and someone opened the bedroom door. He held his breath waiting
for whoever was about to discover him, but they never did.
The time to take action was now. All three men knew in their hearts this was the
case, yet none of them moved a muscle to try. They were all watching and waiting
for one of the others to make the first move so they could follow a step or two
behind and help. The situation demanded a leader and all three men were followers.
Stormi is a dog. She is dark grey and has long legs. Her eyes are expressive and
are able to let her humans know what she is thinking. Her tongue is long, pink, and
wet. Her long legs allow her to sprint after other dogs, people or bunnies. She can
be a good dog, but also very bad. Her tail wags when happy or excited and hides
between her back legs when she is bad. Stormi is a dog I love.

"It was so great to hear from you today and it was such weird timing," he said.
"This is going to sound funny and a little strange, but you were in a dream I had
just a couple of days ago. I'd love to get together and tell you about it if you're
up for a cup of coffee," he continued, laying the trap he'd been planning for
years.
It was a question of which of the two she preferred. On the one hand, the choice
seemed simple. The more expensive one with a brand name would be the choice of
most. It was the easy choice. The safe choice. But she wasn't sure she actually
preferred it.
What were they eating? It didn't taste like anything she had ever eaten before and
although she was famished, she didn't dare ask. She knew the answer would be one
she didn't want to hear.
Benny was tired. Not the normal every day tired from a hard day o work. The
exhausted type of tired where you're surprised your body can even move. All he
wanted to do was sit in front of the TV, put his feet up on the coffee table, and
drink a beer. The only issue was that he had forgotten where he lived.
He hid under the covers hoping that nobody would notice him there. It really didn't
make much sense since it would be obvious to anyone who walked into the room there
was someone hiding there, but he still held out hope. He heard footsteps coming
down the hall and stop in front in front of the bedroom door. He heard the squeak
of the door hinges and someone opened the bedroom door. He held his breath waiting
for whoever was about to discover him, but they never did.
The time to take action was now. All three men knew in their hearts this was the
case, yet none of them moved a muscle to try. They were all watching and waiting
for one of the others to make the first move so they could follow a step or two
behind and help. The situation demanded a leader and all three men were followers.
Stormi is a dog. She is dark grey and has long legs. Her eyes are expressive and
are able to let her humans know what she is thinking. Her tongue is long, pink, and
wet. Her long legs allow her to sprint after other dogs, people or bunnies. She can
be a good dog, but also very bad. Her tail wags when happy or excited and hides
between her back legs when she is bad. Stormi is a dog I love.

"It was so great to hear from you today and it was such weird timing," he said.
"This is going to sound funny and a little strange, but you were in a dream I had
just a couple of days ago. I'd love to get together and tell you about it if you're
up for a cup of coffee," he continued, laying the trap he'd been planning for
years.
It was a question of which of the two she preferred. On the one hand, the choice
seemed simple. The more expensive one with a brand name would be the choice of
most. It was the easy choice. The safe choice. But she wasn't sure she actually
preferred it.
What were they eating? It didn't taste like anything she had ever eaten before and
although she was famished, she didn't dare ask. She knew the answer would be one
she didn't want to hear.
Benny was tired. Not the normal every day tired from a hard day o work. The
exhausted type of tired where you're surprised your body can even move. All he
wanted to do was sit in front of the TV, put his feet up on the coffee table, and
drink a beer. The only issue was that he had forgotten where he lived.
He hid under the covers hoping that nobody would notice him there. It really didn't
make much sense since it would be obvious to anyone who walked into the room there
was someone hiding there, but he still held out hope. He heard footsteps coming
down the hall and stop in front in front of the bedroom door. He heard the squeak
of the door hinges and someone opened the bedroom door. He held his breath waiting
for whoever was about to discover him, but they never did.
The time to take action was now. All three men knew in their hearts this was the
case, yet none of them moved a muscle to try. They were all watching and waiting
for one of the others to make the first move so they could follow a step or two
behind and help. The situation demanded a leader and all three men were followers.
Stormi is a dog. She is dark grey and has long legs. Her eyes are expressive and
are able to let her humans know what she is thinking. Her tongue is long, pink, and
wet. Her long legs allow her to sprint after other dogs, people or bunnies. She can
be a good dog, but also very bad. Her tail wags when happy or excited and hides
between her back legs when she is bad. Stormi is a dog I love.

"It was so great to hear from you today and it was such weird timing," he said.
"This is going to sound funny and a little strange, but you were in a dream I had
just a couple of days ago. I'd love to get together and tell you about it if you're
up for a cup of coffee," he continued, laying the trap he'd been planning for
years.
It was a question of which of the two she preferred. On the one hand, the choice
seemed simple. The more expensive one with a brand name would be the choice of
most. It was the easy choice. The safe choice. But she wasn't sure she actually
preferred it.
What were they eating? It didn't taste like anything she had ever eaten before and
although she was famished, she didn't dare ask. She knew the answer would be one
she didn't want to hear.
Benny was tired. Not the normal every day tired from a hard day o work. The
exhausted type of tired where you're surprised your body can even move. All he
wanted to do was sit in front of the TV, put his feet up on the coffee table, and
drink a beer. The only issue was that he had forgotten where he lived.
He hid under the covers hoping that nobody would notice him there. It really didn't
make much sense since it would be obvious to anyone who walked into the room there
was someone hiding there, but he still held out hope. He heard footsteps coming
down the hall and stop in front in front of the bedroom door. He heard the squeak
of the door hinges and someone opened the bedroom door. He held his breath waiting
for whoever was about to discover him, but they never did.
The time to take action was now. All three men knew in their hearts this was the
case, yet none of them moved a muscle to try. They were all watching and waiting
for one of the others to make the first move so they could follow a step or two
behind and help. The situation demanded a leader and all three men were followers.
Stormi is a dog. She is dark grey and has long legs. Her eyes are expressive and
are able to let her humans know what she is thinking. Her tongue is long, pink, and
wet. Her long legs allow her to sprint after other dogs, people or bunnies. She can
be a good dog, but also very bad. Her tail wags when happy or excited and hides
between her back legs when she is bad. Stormi is a dog I love.

"It was so great to hear from you today and it was such weird timing," he said.
"This is going to sound funny and a little strange, but you were in a dream I had
just a couple of days ago. I'd love to get together and tell you about it if you're
up for a cup of coffee," he continued, laying the trap he'd been planning for
years.
It was a question of which of the two she preferred. On the one hand, the choice
seemed simple. The more expensive one with a brand name would be the choice of
most. It was the easy choice. The safe choice. But she wasn't sure she actually
preferred it.
What were they eating? It didn't taste like anything she had ever eaten before and
although she was famished, she didn't dare ask. She knew the answer would be one
she didn't want to hear.
Benny was tired. Not the normal every day tired from a hard day o work. The
exhausted type of tired where you're surprised your body can even move. All he
wanted to do was sit in front of the TV, put his feet up on the coffee table, and
drink a beer. The only issue was that he had forgotten where he lived.
He hid under the covers hoping that nobody would notice him there. It really didn't
make much sense since it would be obvious to anyone who walked into the room there
was someone hiding there, but he still held out hope. He heard footsteps coming
down the hall and stop in front in front of the bedroom door. He heard the squeak
of the door hinges and someone opened the bedroom door. He held his breath waiting
for whoever was about to discover him, but they never did.
The time to take action was now. All three men knew in their hearts this was the
case, yet none of them moved a muscle to try. They were all watching and waiting
for one of the others to make the first move so they could follow a step or two
behind and help. The situation demanded a leader and all three men were followers.
Stormi is a dog. She is dark grey and has long legs. Her eyes are expressive and
are able to let her humans know what she is thinking. Her tongue is long, pink, and
wet. Her long legs allow her to sprint after other dogs, people or bunnies. She can
be a good dog, but also very bad. Her tail wags when happy or excited and hides
between her back legs when she is bad. Stormi is a dog I love.

"It was so great to hear from you today and it was such weird timing," he said.
"This is going to sound funny and a little strange, but you were in a dream I had
just a couple of days ago. I'd love to get together and tell you about it if you're
up for a cup of coffee," he continued, laying the trap he'd been planning for
years.
It was a question of which of the two she preferred. On the one hand, the choice
seemed simple. The more expensive one with a brand name would be the choice of
most. It was the easy choice. The safe choice. But she wasn't sure she actually
preferred it.
What were they eating? It didn't taste like anything she had ever eaten before and
although she was famished, she didn't dare ask. She knew the answer would be one
she didn't want to hear.
Benny was tired. Not the normal every day tired from a hard day o work. The
exhausted type of tired where you're surprised your body can even move. All he
wanted to do was sit in front of the TV, put his feet up on the coffee table, and
drink a beer. The only issue was that he had forgotten where he lived.
He hid under the covers hoping that nobody would notice him there. It really didn't
make much sense since it would be obvious to anyone who walked into the room there
was someone hiding there, but he still held out hope. He heard footsteps coming
down the hall and stop in front in front of the bedroom door. He heard the squeak
of the door hinges and someone opened the bedroom door. He held his breath waiting
for whoever was about to discover him, but they never did.
The time to take action was now. All three men knew in their hearts this was the
case, yet none of them moved a muscle to try. They were all watching and waiting
for one of the others to make the first move so they could follow a step or two
behind and help. The situation demanded a leader and all three men were followers.
Stormi is a dog. She is dark grey and has long legs. Her eyes are expressive and
are able to let her humans know what she is thinking. Her tongue is long, pink, and
wet. Her long legs allow her to sprint after other dogs, people or bunnies. She can
be a good dog, but also very bad. Her tail wags when happy or excited and hides
between her back legs when she is bad. Stormi is a dog I love.

"It was so great to hear from you today and it was such weird timing," he said.
"This is going to sound funny and a little strange, but you were in a dream I had
just a couple of days ago. I'd love to get together and tell you about it if you're
up for a cup of coffee," he continued, laying the trap he'd been planning for
years.
It was a question of which of the two she preferred. On the one hand, the choice
seemed simple. The more expensive one with a brand name would be the choice of
most. It was the easy choice. The safe choice. But she wasn't sure she actually
preferred it.
What were they eating? It didn't taste like anything she had ever eaten before and
although she was famished, she didn't dare ask. She knew the answer would be one
she didn't want to hear.
Benny was tired. Not the normal every day tired from a hard day o work. The
exhausted type of tired where you're surprised your body can even move. All he
wanted to do was sit in front of the TV, put his feet up on the coffee table, and
drink a beer. The only issue was that he had forgotten where he lived.
He hid under the covers hoping that nobody would notice him there. It really didn't
make much sense since it would be obvious to anyone who walked into the room there
was someone hiding there, but he still held out hope. He heard footsteps coming
down the hall and stop in front in front of the bedroom door. He heard the squeak
of the door hinges and someone opened the bedroom door. He held his breath waiting
for whoever was about to discover him, but they never did.
The time to take action was now. All three men knew in their hearts this was the
case, yet none of them moved a muscle to try. They were all watching and waiting
for one of the others to make the first move so they could follow a step or two
behind and help. The situation demanded a leader and all three men were followers.
Stormi is a dog. She is dark grey and has long legs. Her eyes are expressive and
are able to let her humans know what she is thinking. Her tongue is long, pink, and
wet. Her long legs allow her to sprint after other dogs, people or bunnies. She can
be a good dog, but also very bad. Her tail wags when happy or excited and hides
between her back legs when she is bad. Stormi is a dog I love.