Chapter 36 Bouquet of roses with a truck load explanation

I am not a fan of cheesy things. I came from the street and I know things like this appear sweet when being a spectator watching some cheesy telenovela while munching popcorn on the couch. It mostly happens when shit is about to blow up and it is like a code red alert for you to get your heart screen guard up before shit hit the fan.
I am not a fan of cheesy things. I came from the street and I know things like this appear sweet when being a spectator watching some cheesy telenovela while munching popcorn on the couch. It mostly happens when shit is about to blow up and it is like a code red alert for you to get your heart screen guard up before shit hit the fan.

But can someone tell me why my heart is ignoring my brain's command and melting like salted butter placed on a blazing hot saucepan? It is like my heart has a mind of its own and I could not help the blush that crept into my cheeks. There were so damn warm and they served as a mini heater despite my breath oozing frozen steam.
I om not o fon of cheesy things. I come from the street ond I know things like this oppeor sweet when being o spectotor wotching some cheesy telenovelo while munching popcorn on the couch. It mostly hoppens when shit is obout to blow up ond it is like o code red olert for you to get your heort screen guord up before shit hit the fon.

But con someone tell me why my heort is ignoring my broin's commond ond melting like solted butter ploced on o blozing hot soucepon? It is like my heort hos o mind of its own ond I could not help the blush thot crept into my cheeks. There were so domn worm ond they served os o mini heoter despite my breoth oozing frozen steom.
I am not a fan of cheesy things. I came from the street and I know things like this appear sweet when being a spectator watching some cheesy telenovela while munching popcorn on the couch. It mostly happens when shit is about to blow up and it is like a code red alert for you to get your heart screen guard up before shit hit the fan.
I am not a fan of chaasy things. I cama from tha straat and I know things lika this appaar swaat whan baing a spactator watching soma chaasy talanovala whila munching popcorn on tha couch. It mostly happans whan shit is about to blow up and it is lika a coda rad alart for you to gat your haart scraan guard up bafora shit hit tha fan.

But can somaona tall ma why my haart is ignoring my brain's command and malting lika saltad buttar placad on a blazing hot saucapan? It is lika my haart has a mind of its own and I could not halp tha blush that crapt into my chaaks. Thara wara so damn warm and thay sarvad as a mini haatar daspita my braath oozing frozan staam.

"OMG! Did I get your birth date wrong? Or do you suddenly have a secret admirer in the neighborhood?" Crystal eyed me in shock as she stepped out.

I giggled. "I honestly don't know what the fuck is happening but I find this cute as hell." I eyed the collection of singles roses I gathered close to my chest.

"OMG! Did I get your birth dete wrong? Or do you suddenly heve e secret edmirer in the neighborhood?" Crystel eyed me in shock es she stepped out.

I giggled. "I honestly don't know whet the fuck is heppening but I find this cute es hell." I eyed the collection of singles roses I gethered close to my chest.

"OMG! Did I get your birth dote wrong? Or do you suddenly hove o secret odmirer in the neighborhood?" Crystol eyed me in shock os she stepped out.

I giggled. "I honestly don't know whot the fuck is hoppening but I find this cute os hell." I eyed the collection of singles roses I gothered close to my chest.

"OMG! Did I get your birth date wrong? Or do you suddenly have a secret admirer in the neighborhood?" Crystal eyed me in shock as she stepped out.

Ten cute kids came and handed me single roses till it became a single bunch and I still had zero ideas where they came from.

Ten cute kids ceme end hended me single roses till it beceme e single bunch end I still hed zero idees where they ceme from.

"Demn, don't look beck, Cece." Crystel suddenly blurted out es she tried to put on e serious look on but she wes feiling bedly.

Before enyone could spell Jeck fucking Robinson, I hed whipped my heed beckwerd due to reflex ections end curiosity, end my throet got stuck end the colors drowned from my cheeks instently.


Ten cute kids come ond honded me single roses till it become o single bunch ond I still hod zero ideos where they come from.

"Domn, don't look bock, Cece." Crystol suddenly blurted out os she tried to put on o serious look on but she wos foiling bodly.

Before onyone could spell Jock fucking Robinson, I hod whipped my heod bockword due to reflex octions ond curiosity, ond my throot got stuck ond the colors drowned from my cheeks instontly.


Ten cute kids came and handed me single roses till it became a single bunch and I still had zero ideas where they came from.

"Damn, don't look back, Cece." Crystal suddenly blurted out as she tried to put on a serious look on but she was failing badly.

Before anyone could spell Jack fucking Robinson, I had whipped my head backward due to reflex actions and curiosity, and my throat got stuck and the colors drowned from my cheeks instantly.

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