Read Story: Before I could answer Elizabeth, an unexpected third party rudely interrupted us and that unexpected intrusion was Erica.
Both Elizabeth and I were frightened when we saw her, we thought that she was being accompanied by Elizabeth’s husband but it turns out that she here came alone.
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Erica What a lovely sight. Although, I was hoping to see you two copulating.
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Elizabeth Not everyone is like you Erica .
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Erica Whatever.
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Elizabeth who’s that man you were talking to?
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Erica Oh you saw what happened? Well, his name is Wilhelm and he’s German..
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Elizabeth That b–stard!
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Erica What’s wrong? Do you know him?
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Elizabeth He’s my husband and his name is Anderson. He’s British.
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Erica Wait.. That arrogant jerk is your husband?!? You’re joking right?
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Luan No, she’s not.
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Erica Wow! I didn’t see that coming but you should that I disagree on what you said. Your husband is a German.
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Elizabeth How do you know?
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Erica It’s obvious, the signs are everywhere. His Germanic accent is too thick, he may speak fluently like a British man but he’s not one. Then there’s the boots.
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Elizabeth What boots?
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Erica Your husband’s boots and that of his friends. Its the exact same boot that German soldiers were.
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Luan How do you know all this?
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