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Imagine a gaunt, scrawny, angular man naked on the side of rainy road; staring in utter bewilderment at the flood light of a parked car. His eye brows curl up, his body shivers and his hands shake profusely. A tall man gets out of the car with a long blanket and wraps it around the Angular Man. The latter clutches said blanket, grasping it with his bony hands and uncut nails, and, if you looked closely, you could see several layers of skin peeled off of his fingers from dampness of the weather. The Angular Man had a bizarre face, a long nose that was both thin and wide in all the wrong places, orange-green eyes, dark brown hair with thin raspy lips. The Tall Man helped The Angular Man into the car and calmed him down by telling him stories of the street's creation, ofcourse, he made them up then, there on the spot but that didm't seem to matter to the Angular Man whose face shifted from the bizarre one as mentioned before to one that looked much like the Tall Man sitting opposite him on the side of the rainy road, looking in utter conviction in the front seat of a parked car.
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Nov 23, 2019
Nov 23, 2019 at 5:52 AM UTC
Fear and Ignorance
Imagine a gaunt, scrawny, angular man naked on the side of rainy road; staring in utter bewilderment at the flood light of a parked car. His eye brows curl up, his body shivers and his hands shake profusely. A tall man gets out of the car with a long blanket and wraps it around the Angular Man. The latter clutches said blanket, grasping it with his bony hands and uncut nails, and, if you looked closely, you could see several layers of skin peeled off of his fingers from dampness of the weather. The Angular Man had a bizarre face, a long nose that was both thin and wide in all the wrong places, orange-green eyes, dark brown hair with thin raspy lips. The Tall Man helped The Angular Man into the car and calmed him down by telling him stories of the street's creation, ofcourse, he made them up then, there on the spot but that didm't seem to matter to the Angular Man whose face shifted from the bizarre one as mentioned before to one that looked much like the Tall Man sitting opposite him on the side of the rainy road, looking in utter conviction in the front seat of a parked car.
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18/M/Birmingham, England
Nov 23, 2019
Nov 23, 2019 at 5:52 AM UTC
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