Chapitre 2: I am Kingsley
the butter was a bit soft, unlike other butter he had eaten previously, the butter he ate today was like a cushion. soft to the touch.
the toast was crusty from being toasted.
"bottoms up" he said.
he hadn't yet quite figured out what his next plan was for the day after quitting his previous job.
*sigh*
"another one huh?"
he thought to himself.
*I cant let this make me turn into a lazy person*
yet all of his actions contradicted his own thoughts.
what had he become.
LIES
his own self mockery had turned himself into what he never knew could happen.
FBI! OPEN UP!
quickly he turned.
the window still open.
YEET!
"IM OUT THIS BITCH" he said.
not knowing there had been premeditative measures already set in motion.
.....he turned back to the toast.
jesus what am I being accused of now....
he slowly opened the door
"h-h-howdy?"
*LO' AND BEHOLD! TIS I KINGSLEY!* he thought
they immediately tackled him and put handcuffs on his wrists
"look you've got the wrong guy!"
a smothered voice distinctly female had slowly creept up to him.
"Kingsley Walford?"
....
"yes?"
"it seems you have something to tell us"
L’AVIS DES CRÉATEURS 
John_Du
John_Du decided to write something a little new. but I still cant seem to quite grasp this times novel cliche. so I'll add a little something to make it a little more exciting! :3
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