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Jan 24, 2006 01:35

I had the axe clenched in my hands so hard that some of my own blood trickled down and pushed its handle a tint darker. This cop was looking me in the eyes with such ambition I almost admired it. “Hand over the axe!” the cop kept yelling. He could point a gun but he didn’t have it in him to do it. He was probably just holding back so I could ( Read more... )

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violetblueblack January 24 2006, 16:53:44 UTC
But Sir how can you be writing to us if you are deceased?

Blood is yummy. I liked it Kenan.

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