The Story Tellers
Retired to where southern gulf water meets the stream, the place Coco owned overlooked the Tapeta track, filled with investing opportunities and gave the ageless talent a chance to reflect upon the past.
“To thyself be true, I was wonderful, in that final show,” she talked into a recording while dining on a steak accompanied by Cellers Shiraz wine, ‘but it was that batucada number that put me out of the money. I firmly want to state when time passages through its scripted phase, those who wrote about me will acknowledge and report Coco ‘a winner’, and that is a true fact”
Suddenly, a knock sounded, and Coco quickly applied Chanel perfume before confronting Hal and Dale, on the other side.
“Oh, it’s you two,” Coco greeted, “I was expecting for a second Elissa Joe was going to stop by and we would have tea together.”
“No.” Hal confirmed wearing an Access Entertainment Now hat, “Dale and I got word, a maiden was claiming that they were out of the money due to the breaking bullet stunt in that blockbuster bomb you walked off the set of,”
“I had nothing to do with that picture!” Coco nearly slammed the door in their face, “I left it. That is right and they played with fire and,”
“This has nothing to do with Megan making money as an overwhelming public choice winner of the Miss Maturing Really Nice Adolescent contest?” Dale inquired while Hal handled the boom.
“Come on in you two,” Coco invited.
And the pair followed the silver screen siren sensation towards the balcony, “look at that beautiful Tapeta track, it simply transitions at the end of the day and now can handle all weather type that comes here.”
Hal and Dale remained serious, “Is being on the right tracks supposed to prove something?” Hal started digging.
“Don’t you see the Romashka medical herb plants? All over,” Coco questioned, “I made a fortune, in helping people with their anxiety. Yes, Megan was making money, and she grew up really well after everybody thought she was the best in maturing into a well-endowed teenage heartthrob. But Hal, Dale I am a businesswomen.
Figuring they had enough, Hal and Dale said goodbye and removed themselves. Outside they compared notebooks, “Tapeta, All Weather, what do you make of the track Coco was on? Hal.”
“I believe it was just a bunch a terms and she never left the fast track,” Hal replied, “now concerning the profitable scheme, I always thought that risk was her nuclear device issue.”
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