

Friction Burned the KaRmaJune 16, 2003 Monday 10p.m-11p.mFriction Burned the KaRma
Ever been slapped across the face so hard your glasses broke and then some?
I heard the door open from the floor above. I heard his footsteps come down the stairs. My mother and I stared at each other, there was a message, just without words; I never got it. He came, and stalked like a killer lion. There was danger. It was painted in his footsteps, it grinned in his walk. If I had sniffed the air, I would have smelt it and also the stink of burning karma. He spoke. He asked his answer less questions. His tone,
and no, i didnt mess with the pupil. it came off centered like that.
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*claps*
I like cows
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