Mitt: OystersMature

  I sat at the computer, staring at the old screen, waiting for Dave to reply to my comment on our own little messanger we created.


Mitt Says:

Hey, D. How've you been? You should really join that club I was talking about; it's really good, and has the same message that we do.

D? You there? D?


I waited there for a few minutes before my eyes glazed over, and my mind slipped into day-dream.

My name's Mitt. Well, not really. No-one knows my name; my whole family died, leaving me their billions of billions of pounds. I don't ever speak my name aloud ever, because I am in big trouble with the police. But I always was.

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