Time Isn’t Mine To Count – Twisted Microfiction 2020TOO

…..She lets a stifled laugh escape her lips and gives him a jovial wink. “The government didn’t deliberately let the virus loose on us ya dork, it was the FUCKING Chinese! Our government tried everything they could to stop it getting out, but no matter what they did, it just wouldn’t stick, so instead of acting like ostriches and sticking their fat heads in the sand they did everything they could to prepare us for when it happened.”

“Y-You really believe the who Chinese story?”

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I believe it? The data that was released at the beginning of all this SHIT showed exactly where it came from, and it was definitely the Chinese!”

“Wow, I didn’t realise you were into that sort of shit.” He says as a beaming smile broadly grows across his face.

“You’d be surprised by what turns my dials,” she says with sly smile. “Anyway, to be perfectly honest I really find it hard taking hygiene suggestions from you.”…

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