Numero quatro!
Harry was leaning against my neighboors house looking like a Tommy Hilfigure model, reeking of gorgousness, and sour cream too. I slowly struted my stuff toward him walking to the beat of I love the way you lie,so I could make my grand entrance. As I got closer he seemed to slip farther and farther down, obviously entranced by my magnificant beauty. When I finally made it to him he had his eyes closed. So shy obviouslly, so I stroked his stubbly dirty face and wiped the sweat off of his brow, and like a real man would, he vomitted all over my new Orthepedic Doc Martins. He passed out into my arms and at that moment I knew it was love. I kissed his grimy cheek and drug his body down my alley into the shed. I covered him up with old sheets and put some of my grandmas cloths on him. The fit was snug but hugged his curves perfectly and showed off his happy trail. GORGOUS. I thought. I dont think I have ever been happier then in this filthy mans arms. Besides Chukee Cheese's of course. Nothing beats Chukee Cheese's becuase that place is the shit. So I solemly vowed to Harry as he was past out in my arms, that I would take him one day, and we would pronounce our love in the ball pit. As he awoke from his slumber he climbed out of my arms in a drunken stooper and tripped over my grandmothers yard flamingo breaking off its head and cutting his leg. I was pretty positive vampires didnt bleed so I was VERY disapointed. There was still hope for him being a werewolf or a warlock,so I didnt give up on my dream quite yet. When grandmother Bertha heard all the ruckess she ran back into the shed with a broom and tried to chace Harry out of the shed hollering and yelling and saying something about Him being homless, or smelling like alcohol, and sourcream or something like that. Whatever. She was jellous. So I snuck him through the back and let him sneak out the front door after grabbing some food. He stopped at my room taking all of my gold rings, chains, and earings, probably to sell to buy me a wedding ring, or maybe to just borrow, I trust him, hes a very thoughtful man. And so I watched out the window as his limped down the road with his cute little peg leg wondering if Id ever see that wonderful man ever again.
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