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"What was it?"
"Um... sort of a sandwich... or a bit like a hamburger..."
"There you go then, no one STOLE it - it went off on it's own...you know, they hate pretending like that..."
"What on earth do you mean?" Chrissy asked.
"That's what happens every time someone makes a SHAMBURGER!!"
by Carolyn Ann Aish, Inglewood, New ZealandThey all started laughing at her.
"You've got to find it," said Sue. "We'll tell you when your warm."
"Oh, come on, I don't have time to play games."
"I agree with Sue," said Jason. "If you can't find it in five minutes, it's finders keepers."
Everyone else, "That's fair."
It was her birthday present, she couldn't let someone else take it from her, why was she always so careless?
"Alright, alright I'll do it."
"Starting now," said Sue, pointing to her watch.
Frantically, Chrissy ran around the room--looking under pillows, behind the TV set, under the couch, but no luck.
Her friends were rolling on the floor.
Chrissy was beside herself. "Where could it be?" she said, as she went to scratch her head.
Chrissy smiled, no wonder they were laughing.
by Ronald BrunskyCopper-sequined six inch heels, size 15, were hard to come by, which is exactly why none of the others looked back as they swished, sashayed, and giggled out the door.
"Gawd! Queens!" Scrabbling around beneath the foot of the bed Chrissy snarled, "Living with them can be SUCH a drag."
Jamming on the pair of too-tight Cher black-rhinestoned stilettos Chissy raced out the door, only to discover their cab had taken off without him.
by Ric Hardson, USATwo sleepy, haven't-had-coffee yet faces looked at her.
"It's MONDAY!" Chrissy's voice climbed half an octave.
Blank faces.
"My STORY'S due!"
"Use your fancy-pants I-Phone," Janice muttered.
Chrissy's expression melted from panic to relief, then immediately flared back into panic.
"I can't type an entire story on that baby keyboard with my THUMBS--"
Jack smiled nastily. "Keep it short this week!"
by Daphne Rice, Portland, OR