Perverted Charlie

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"Hey Charlie?"

"What?"

"Do you wanna play frisbee?" He waved the disc around.

"Not today."

He pouted, "why not?"

"I don't feel good." She put down the book she was reading.

"Where do you not feel good?"

"What do you mean? Why?"

"So I can kiss away the pain, of course."

"Ew! Get away, pervert!" She crawled backwards on the grass and slipped.

"Nuh-huh," he wiggled his eyebrows, and stood up and towered over her figure sprawled on the grass.

She screamed and ran away from his clutch "bloody hell, get away from me!"

"I'm going to catch you!" He yelled after and chased her around the meadow.

The forest felt alive, the grass felt alive, the air felt alive, and Charlie and Charlie felt alive as they screamed at the top if their lungs and the voices carried throughout the whole place.

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