It’s kind of like an omelet.’ ‘Oh,’ she gestured, ‘What’s that, it smells weird,’ she wrinkled her nose. ‘Kuso, I don’t believe it,�...� Miranda took hold of a pair of jade chopsticks she found resting alongside the disk and brought a helping up to her nose, inhaling deeply, ‘This is called ‘natto’ it’s a soybean dish, pretty popular as a breakfast food.’ ‘Smells like another ‘acquired taste’.’ ‘Can’t argue,’ Miranda said with a chuckle as she put the food into her mouth and chewed thoughtfully. Natalie and I had gone to high school together and while I had always been secretly in love with her, I knew that she moved with the faster crowd. On the nights she needed to slow down and just watch a movie and eat popcorn, I was the guy to call. Now she was married to this asshole that I had hated from the first moment I'd known about him but I had never had the balls to say anything to her about it. I respected marriage and so I took a back seat, never breathing a word to her about my. Aur us nay mera land ko pakad kar masal ne laga mera lund aik tum khara hogia jokay us na bhi dekh kar hairan saa ho gai aur bolne lagi itna bada land. Us ka bad us na boli mera husband kam per gai hain tum ghar me ajaoo hum batain keray gai. May kafi dara howay tha ki koi dekh na lay. Us na meray lund ko paint se nikal ker paker lia aur us ko chosnay lagi. Mujh ko maza anay laga tha ki aachanak light chali gayi light janay ki waji sa andhera bhi tha. Us na mujhe pori tarah tiar ker dia aur wo. He (it?) appeared to be a red dragon sculpted from flame, massive enough that the wood groaned, but all the same he appeared ... wan and indistinct, somehow. Most of his body was a suggestion, a distortion in the air, while the rest was made up mostly of pale orange flame. His core was bright red, but even that was faded compared to what you’d expect from a literal god of destruction.But, still ... did we manage to have an impact, somehow? In spite of everything? And, he chose the unburned.