My Life As A Teenage Robot Porn Story: Tell all ye faithful Chapter 3
I walked up to a salesperson. “Excuse me, I need a really small Christmas tree. The smallest one you have.”
“Certainly.” He walked me over to a tree that was just above half of my height. “This tree,” He said, “Is three and a half feet tall. It will fit in any household in any corner.”
“It’s still a little to tall.” I said.
“You want something very small?”
I nodded.
“Go over there. We sell trees about a foot tall in that building.”
It was a little less than a building, more of a hut. Nonetheless, they had what I wanted, a small tree. You could call it handheld, or a decoration. Whatever you could call it, it was mine.
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I hummed Jingle Bells as I decorated my small tree with a popcorn string Brad had given me. Suddenly, my door slammed open.
