A Toy




A toy whispers to a plant which is sitting right next to him and says, “whats up?”


Then the plant put his lefty magazine and replies, “Nothing much dude. How about you?”


Both of them look at each other and the toy is suddenly being grabbed by the throat and pulled into the bed.


The plant says nothing but watches the toy from the far corner of the room, performing his skill towards the female creature.


” You need to do your thing, fellah,” shouts the plant.


” This is my job every night man.”




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A thriller with a touch of romance. A mystery seeker. A modern daydreamer.

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