Hunger
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Contenu pour adultesEn cours d'écriture<5 mins
Dernière publication lun., juil. 17, 2017
"Talk to her and your dead meat, BAAB." I try hard to hold back a laugh at this, not that its funny getting slammed against a locker and being late for my math test, again because of this dipshit. What I find so funny is the unintentional irony behind the name BAAB, it's short for, "blind as a bat." I got that nickname because of my nerd glasses that I'm always wearing, the irony of being called blind as a bat is that they have no idea what I'm hiding. The Secret that I hide behind my nerdy glasses and baggy button-up shirts. They have no idea that the reason I want to rip their throats out isn't because of anger, but because of hunger.
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