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Sheila and the Tentacle


Annabel Bastione


Copyright © 2012 by Annabel Bastione

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"Sheila, Sheila, wake up!"

"Not now Bernard, I'm trying to sleep."

"No, this shit is serious, get up, I think there's something in our garden."

"No shit, it's probably your drunk ass again." Sheila snorted as she turned and pulled the covers over to her side. She had her yoga class later early in the morning and she didn't want to go looking like a zombie.

"Some wife you are, Bansh-" Bernard stopped as Sheila flipped over towards her detestable husband, her hand clamped firmly down on his throat.

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