"Another day, another dollar!!" Steve yelled as he stretched out and sat up on his king sized bed. He glanced at his dresser where he had laid out his plaid flannel and favorite pair of khaki pants. They weren't there. "Hmm.. I wonder where my outfit is... I could have sworn I laid it out last night before I went to bed. Steve stood up an d stretched one more time before slowly dragging to his large closet. He opened the chestnut wood door and began to observe all of his illustrious clothing. He looked around briefly, and spotted his shirt that he had previously laid out ,but his pants were still missing.
The puzzled man paced around his room in confusion as he tried to remember where his pants should have been. "Damn it... this is gonna make me late for work. I put my pants right next to my bed last night. Why aren't they there anymore?" Steve mumbled as he angrily walked to the bathroom and prepared to shower.
"That was refreshing!" Steve said as he dried off and walked towards his closet to find a new outfit. But right at the moment there was an extremely loud crash near his window. "What the heck was that?" Steve whispered as he tip toed towards the window. There were shards of broken glass near his bed as if someone had thrown a large stone at the window. "God damn! Who did this?" Steve cursed as he peeked out of the remains of the window. To his surprise he saw no suspect at first, but after gazing around his front yard for a moment he met eyes with someone who wasn't supposed to be there.
"So, it's you..." Steve said as he jumped out of the window and walked toward the shady figure. The woman was standing with her arms crossed, and her eyes were burning with a fiery passion. She had a black sweater and she had on a khaki pair of pants that resembled the pair that Steve had been looking for. "Yeah it's me you idiot." Steve frowned for a moment as he observed his ex-girlfriend. His eyes widened in horror as he realized that the woman had his favorite pair of pants.
"Sandra what do you think you're doing?!" Steve angrily shouted at Sandra as she smirked with delight. "I bought these pants for you when we together.. We're not together now so I guess they're mine now." She replied as she turned away from Steve and began to walk away slowly. "You fool!" Steve yelled as he rushed towards her..
The puzzled man paced around his room in confusion as he tried to remember where his pants should have been. "Damn it... this is gonna make me late for work. I put my pants right next to my bed last night. Why aren't they there anymore?" Steve mumbled as he angrily walked to the bathroom and prepared to shower.
"That was refreshing!" Steve said as he dried off and walked towards his closet to find a new outfit. But right at the moment there was an extremely loud crash near his window. "What the heck was that?" Steve whispered as he tip toed towards the window. There were shards of broken glass near his bed as if someone had thrown a large stone at the window. "God damn! Who did this?" Steve cursed as he peeked out of the remains of the window. To his surprise he saw no suspect at first, but after gazing around his front yard for a moment he met eyes with someone who wasn't supposed to be there.
"So, it's you..." Steve said as he jumped out of the window and walked toward the shady figure. The woman was standing with her arms crossed, and her eyes were burning with a fiery passion. She had a black sweater and she had on a khaki pair of pants that resembled the pair that Steve had been looking for. "Yeah it's me you idiot." Steve frowned for a moment as he observed his ex-girlfriend. His eyes widened in horror as he realized that the woman had his favorite pair of pants.
"Sandra what do you think you're doing?!" Steve angrily shouted at Sandra as she smirked with delight. "I bought these pants for you when we together.. We're not together now so I guess they're mine now." She replied as she turned away from Steve and began to walk away slowly. "You fool!" Steve yelled as he rushed towards her..
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