Chapter 9 – PEW

Written By: luke4079

After about four or five layers of sticky mess, I had to drop the scrapper, and wipe my sweat. “This is nasty!” It smelled badly. And the more I scrapped, the darker the ooze underneath became; and the more I scrapped, the more strands there were dripping off the scrapper; and the more layers I removed, the more sticky stringy strands there were winding around my arms, and burning my hands. “You can’t get away from this stuff!” I said. “It’s all over the place!” I wiped the scraper and my hands. Looking at the mess in the driveway, I said, “I’m going to need more rags, a bigger trash bag and gloves.”


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