Part 3
Today a korean tried to look at me. She said to my mother: "Your baby is so pretty! Can i hold him?" But what I heard was "I will slaughter your child. Give him to me now." As soon as my mother began to pass my miniscule baby body over, i realized I had to do something. So I focused all my psychic might and disintegrated her brain. She dropped dead on the floor. One more slanty-eyed devil vegetized!
End of part 3.
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Being Me By Kim Jok Woseungchangkong
RomanceA story of my life, the life of Kim Jok Woseungchangkong.
