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by communist 11/16/2013, 9:35 pm"Hm, I wonder who I should marry," Chatty Chatbox mused as she studied the list of suitors she had composed.
As not many knew, Chatty Chatbox was a cheater--a big one, in fact. She had had about a million different boyfriends and girlfriends, dismissing each one with a quick kiss and meaningless promises, never looking at them twice. Of course, everyone still flocked to her, in awe of her beautiful golden locks and sparkling blue-green-purple-silver-gold eyes and--
"Chatty, darling?"
"DARLING WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT CHATTY IS MY GIRLFRIEND MINE I TELL YOU MINE--"
Chatty looked up, annoyance flashing in her sparkling blue-green-purple-silver-gold eyes. It was Kris and Chris, a pair of lovers who had stuck to her like glue despite her futile attempts to shake them off. God, how they annoyed her. Not like Rosalie, that amazing girl from who-knows-where, who was almost as beautiful and wonderful as her.
"Come in," she called in her sweet voice.
At once, Kris and Chris burst in, shoving each other in their haste to get to her.
"CHATTY MY DEAR--"
"CHATTY WHY IS THIS PERSON CLAIMING TO HOLD YOUR AFFECTIONS WHEN THEY ARE SO OBVIOUSLY MINE--"
"WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT SIMPLETON SHE'S MINE--"
"NO SHE'S MINE--"
"LET'S JOUST FOR HER--"
"YES AND I WILL OBVIOUSLY WIN--"
In the midst of the fighting, Chatty managed to quietly slip away and get married to Rosalie. Both of them lived happily ever after.
As not many knew, Chatty Chatbox was a cheater--a big one, in fact. She had had about a million different boyfriends and girlfriends, dismissing each one with a quick kiss and meaningless promises, never looking at them twice. Of course, everyone still flocked to her, in awe of her beautiful golden locks and sparkling blue-green-purple-silver-gold eyes and--
"Chatty, darling?"
"DARLING WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT CHATTY IS MY GIRLFRIEND MINE I TELL YOU MINE--"
Chatty looked up, annoyance flashing in her sparkling blue-green-purple-silver-gold eyes. It was Kris and Chris, a pair of lovers who had stuck to her like glue despite her futile attempts to shake them off. God, how they annoyed her. Not like Rosalie, that amazing girl from who-knows-where, who was almost as beautiful and wonderful as her.
"Come in," she called in her sweet voice.
At once, Kris and Chris burst in, shoving each other in their haste to get to her.
"CHATTY MY DEAR--"
"CHATTY WHY IS THIS PERSON CLAIMING TO HOLD YOUR AFFECTIONS WHEN THEY ARE SO OBVIOUSLY MINE--"
"WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT SIMPLETON SHE'S MINE--"
"NO SHE'S MINE--"
"LET'S JOUST FOR HER--"
"YES AND I WILL OBVIOUSLY WIN--"
In the midst of the fighting, Chatty managed to quietly slip away and get married to Rosalie. Both of them lived happily ever after.
