I don’t know which peach I love, she grins. She has to throw up as she sees an angel smiling and smirking with her cheeky tongue out. She cries as she keeps her fingers crossed her painting will be inked on paper forever, but as the sunshaded ninjas lick their hands as they rock on the clock, it’s time! Pizzakillers take their knives and timed their laughing salute before drooling all over the martinis. Surprised the fencer rolls his eyes….
To be continued