“Dude, do you see her? Oh my God, she’s an amazon if I’ve ever seen one.”
“Steer clear of that one, she’s a brick house inside and out.”
“Last week at the club her Uncle owns, they scared this guy who was just asking her to dance.
Her Brother rushed in front of her with a NO TRESPASSING glare.
Her Mother stood in front of him with a veil and a bouquet of roses, gesturing him to come closer and pushing the Brother to the side.
Her Aunt cried, ‘The girl became hard hearted the day her Daddy died.'”
picture by Randy Maize
Brick House 100 Words
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