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CYOA Life of Crime

Stretch Out On The Grass & Try To Sleep

You smack your lips and stretch. You’ve never felt more relaxed in your
life. Flipping off your shoes, you stretch out on the soft grass and
close your eyes. In seconds the police are upon you, screaming and
dwaring their guns.

“Hey hey…” you mutter, “what’s is all this racket? Can’t you see I’m
trying to get some sleep?”

The police wrestle you onto your stomach and cuff you. They drag you to
one of the squad cars, heaving you inside. Upon reaching the state
prison facility, you are grabbed roughly by the ankles and dragged out
onto the pavement. As they hustle you inside, you begin to ponder the
great mysteries of life.

Turning to the guard on your left you say, “Don’t you ever wonder about
things? You know, life and death, the passage of time, love and
celebration?”

He pays no attention to you. A few minutes later you are tossed into a
cell, the door clanking shut behind you. A hulking beast of a man steps
out of the shadows at the back of the cell. As he approaches he clasps
his hands and licks his lips eagerly.

“Mmmmmm,” he murmurs, “and wasn’t that a tasty dish to set before the
king…”

Tears stream down your face and you realize that for the first time in
your life you truly feel beautiful. You feel wanted. You feel desired.
Gazing into this man’s small, beady, muskrat-like eyes, you feel
electricity. You feel love. You somehow get the feeling that the two of
you are going to be far more than just friends.

And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

THE END