let's eat [sssssssshhh]

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In a relatively smol structure, I awoke from my overnight slumber. The dependable attendant knocked gently upon the entrance to my chartered chamber. Last night in my journeys I'd coincidentally happened upon a quaint little roadside inn. Upon deciding to patronize the establishment, I requested a wake-up call from the porter who gleefully accepted the minuscule tip I provided him.

The abode was lovely, perhaps adorable. It definitely didn't suit my tastes, but I certainly couldn't chastise the owners for possessing their own personal preferences.

Attempting to exit my room, I was met by the young porter, who didn't seem to understand that his task was completed and I no longer needed him. His efforts to provide satisfaction refrained from ceasing, and my temper rose accordingly. I attempted to feign kind rejection several times, but he persisted. My act began to crumble, despite my herculean efforts to turn him away, but he just kept yammering on.

Finally my mind blanked, and before I knew it, my hand had sternly grasped his neck, and pressed him roughly into the wall. There was now a young porter sized indent in the sheet-rock. As my nails dug painfully into his flesh, I spoke truths.

"Shut the FUCK up, or I'll kill you..."

After allowing him to return his feet to the floor he ran away, presumably to treat the bruises on his neck. Hopefully he wouldn't return. I took several deep breaths, allowing my eyes to fade from their frightening black and red colors, to their innately white hue. I brushed the drywall dust off of my dress, and continued my way downstairs.

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