Wash Your Dishes, Carl! - Part 3
My name is Drew Klopfer. I'm a 23-year-old artist in Los Angeles. I was an avid writer on Ficly when I was younger and now I'm trying to get back into it.
Devynne had broken up with Carl a few weeks back, and had decided to rearrange her furniture. Startled, she stared at the fork. Her surprise quickly turned to rage. She wasn't going to clean up a single more fucking mess that that asshole made!
Devynne grabbed the fork and brought it to the kitchen. Jeffrey watched, helpless in a catatonic state. She lifted the lid of the trash can, and in Jeffrey went. But, before Devynne set the lid down, Jeffrey saw Xavier, his boyfriend, sticking out of the knife block on the counter.
He perked up. He began searching hard for something, but didn't know what. He couldn't find a single word to aid him. He searched his tiny fork brain, but it was as dark and empty as Behind the Couch. The lid came down and he was in darkness once again.
And I can't believe I have to come up with this stupid story about you torturing a poor little fork in order to get you to wash your dishes, Carl! Need I remind you that in the story I break up with you because you're a slob?!
-Devynne
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Aww, it ended so abruptly. Poor Jeffrey.