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Dec 2012
On the floor covered in filth as she stoop over the mutilated mess she caused. Nothing to do but run for safety. " It's too late, no one can save me. Saving me was no easy task." But it is when you wear 15 other masks, right? Suddenly she heard a shriek not very far next thing she knew she was in a car with a man. she had never seen him before. He said "How much you little *****!" As she tried to say she wanted a kiss she realized today she had a lisp. The man slowly reached for her clothes. She leaned over and broke his nose, and that's when things got out of control. The man said "The **** did you do that for?" she didn't think she just pushed him out the door. His body lays on the highway all ****** and graphic, slowly being shredded by on coming traffic. Scared and alone no idea what to do. A life of misery lies ahead said mask number two. Misery loves company isn'tΒ Β this fun? We're just getting started said mask number one.
Jorge L Echevarria
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Jorge L Echevarria  30/M/NC
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