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Thursday Morning
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Drakken began his new morning routine with a big scowl. First he grumpily took his morning paper from his mail box, and then opened it to his favorite section to read about which villain was surpassing him today. As he did this, a pink envelope fell out of the newspaper and onto his lap. "What the hell?" Drakken muttered picking it up cautiously. 'Hardly anyone writes to me.' Drakken thought as he looked at his name written nicely on the envelope. 'Who would want to?' Drakken considered that it might possibly be some sort of mail trap. Drakken carefully examined the envelope. No return address. Just his name.
Drakken had lost curiosity in his morning paper and went to go inspect this letter under a bright light, all he saw was more pink nothing powdery or anything. Carefully he slid his finger under the seal then jumped back when it was open. There was nothing to fear about this. It was just a plain ordinary letter. Drakken took out the pink piece of paper and unfolded and an interesting fragrance escaped from it. He couldn't place the scent but it was very familiar to him.
Drakken,
Please join me for dinner on Friday. It will be tons of fun. I'll meet you at Sunset Diner at around five-thirty PM, call me if you have other plans. See you there.
-Shego
Drakken was speechless; he read the letter over one more time to make sure it wasn't his mind playing tricks on him. Nope it was a real letter, signed with Shego's signature. 'Dinner on Friday?' he considered picking up the paper and reading the date. "That's tomorrow!" He exclaimed, but he could defiantly make it. He didn't have any other plans but, it was so soon. Drakken put the letter down next to Shego's braids and went to go prepare.
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Thursday Morning
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Drakken began his new morning routine with a big scowl. First he grumpily took his morning paper from his mail box, and then opened it to his favorite section to read about which villain was surpassing him today. As he did this, a pink envelope fell out of the newspaper and onto his lap. "What the hell?" Drakken muttered picking it up cautiously. 'Hardly anyone writes to me.' Drakken thought as he looked at his name written nicely on the envelope. 'Who would want to?' Drakken considered that it might possibly be some sort of mail trap. Drakken carefully examined the envelope. No return address. Just his name.
Drakken had lost curiosity in his morning paper and went to go inspect this letter under a bright light, all he saw was more pink nothing powdery or anything. Carefully he slid his finger under the seal then jumped back when it was open. There was nothing to fear about this. It was just a plain ordinary letter. Drakken took out the pink piece of paper and unfolded and an interesting fragrance escaped from it. He couldn't place the scent but it was very familiar to him.
Drakken,
Please join me for dinner on Friday. It will be tons of fun. I'll meet you at Sunset Diner at around five-thirty PM, call me if you have other plans. See you there.
-Shego
Drakken was speechless; he read the letter over one more time to make sure it wasn't his mind playing tricks on him. Nope it was a real letter, signed with Shego's signature. 'Dinner on Friday?' he considered picking up the paper and reading the date. "That's tomorrow!" He exclaimed, but he could defiantly make it. He didn't have any other plans but, it was so soon. Drakken put the letter down next to Shego's braids and went to go prepare.
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