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I left his house, CD in hand
It was 11:45 
he was desperate from what i could understand

I was bigger then him
but he followed me
he looked lightly built and slim

he clapped behind me
as i walked past the park without any lights
this would mean trouble that i could see

he shouted something inadiable behind my back
he ran towords me
i hoped that was that

he whisperd in my ear "hey kid wanna play?"
i turned around and looked down
i thought yes, why not play

a punch to the face 
then to the head
he fell down 
I punched him again
he was out

a shame
he had no money in his wallet
Posted: 2005-10-08 11:23:23 UTC

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2005-10-08 11:24:41hidden
this is a true story, Last night i went to my friends house and sure enough i was attcked by him. I couldn't quite work in his punch but surfice to say he got a kicking. I meant to make this last night when i got back but my dad wouldn't let my on the PC :(

2005-10-10 14:16:43Lora
woa thats a really good... and slightly scary i like it :)

2005-10-10 14:17:09Lora
woa thats a really good... and slightly scary i like it :)