I picked up my things and stuffed them into a suitcase. Today was my last day here, it was time to move to a new hotel. I went down to the lobby, dropped my key card off, and got into my 2001 Toyota Rav-4. As I left the parking lot, I noticed something in my rearview mirror. It was him. He was running behind my car, full speed. Like, freakishly fast. My neanderthal instincts kicked in and I floored it, feeling anxious that I was getting chased. 30, 40, 50 mph. He kept up though. He kept on running. He eventually reached me and jumped on the back of my car. 'Oh my god, I'm getting chased by Usain Bolt' I thought to myself.
I slammed on the breaks and he flew forward, hitting the ground like a piece of tender chicken breast. Did I just kill him? No, he was still breathing. Did I just shart? Unless I sat in a puddle of chocolate pudding, yes.
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Подростковая литератураmichael nodded his head to the music playing in his ears as he walked down the lonely, vacant streets of london. he kept quiet even as he walked into the lobby of the hotel he was staying at and the new bellboy greeted him. michael only gave a nod t...
