Hmmm...
I think I'll just go for it.
I rushed the box and lifted the lid off like I was ripping off a bandage. Music began to play. It was kind of pleasant.
SPLUT!
A pie on a spring hit me in the face.
Danny appeared at my side. "Classic." He helped himself to a sample of the face-pie. "Hm. Apple."
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The Gift of Mayhem
Short StoryTired of Joe sneaking a peak at his Christmas gift, Brain decides to bobby trap 24 gifts leaving one real present. Hopefully, the story will be updated everyday from Dec. 1 to Dec. 25
