Dunkin Donuts
Washington St
Middletown, Connecticut
Iris: *walks in and sees a dead ballet dancer on a table*
Dead Ballet Dancer: *lying on the table in her ballet outfit*
Iris: Um, may I ask how she died?
Dunkin Donuts Employee: Don't worry about it. You want something?
Iris: Two chocolate donuts, and a Minute Maid apple cranberry drink, please.
Dunkin Donuts Employee: Okay. $5.71.
Iris: *pays with a 20, and gets some change back*
Man: *takes the dead ballet dancer out of Dunkin Donuts, and puts her into the back of his blue Dodge Ram with a New Hampshire license plate*
Iris: Hmm, okay......
This story was written on Saturday, June 18th, 2022.
A/N How the ballet dancer died, and wound up at Dunkin Donuts, and what the New Hampshire man is doing to her, is beyond me! 🙄 Don't be a silent reader. Please leave feedback. Thanks.
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