K.A.R.M.A.
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Last published Wed, Sep 24, 2014
K-ruelty
A-beuse
R-evenge
M-inatchur
A-noied
Usually, by the end of Elementary School, you should be able to spell numerous words, such as cruelty, abuse, miniature, and annoyed. About everybody could instantly spell those words correctly when asked to. Everybody, except for the new kid, Kevin. The only word the poor kid could spell was revenge.
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𝘋𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮 𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘳. 𝘔𝘺 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘵. 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴. 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘮𝘺 𝘍𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘤é 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳. "𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱..." 𝘐 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳. 𝘋𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘳𝘶𝘣𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘺, 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘢𝘯. 𝘐 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩. "𝘋𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦.. 𝘑𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮." 𝘐 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘥. "𝘏𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸." 𝘋𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘶𝘣 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘵. 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧. 𝘐 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘴𝘰 𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘥.. 𝘴𝘰 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘬. "𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴, 𝘋𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦." 𝘐 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘦𝘴. 𝘐'𝘮 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯. 𝘔𝘺 𝘯𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘺Complete
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ᴇ ɴ ᴅ ᴜ ʀ ᴇ ; ᴄᴀʀʀʏ ᴏɴ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪᴛ ʜᴜʀᴛꜱ. ʙʀɪᴇʟʟᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴀʟʟᴇꜱ. ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ, ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ʏᴇᴀʀɴꜱ ꜰᴏʀ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴀʟʟᴇꜱ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴏɴᴄᴇ ᴀ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ ꜰᴀᴍɪʏ, ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅɪꜱᴀᴘᴘᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴅᴀᴜɢʜᴛᴇʀ. ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ɴᴏᴡ, ᴛʜᴇʏ'ᴅ ꜰɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ꜰᴏᴜɴᴅ ʜᴇʀ. ᴛʜᴇʏ'ᴅ ᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ʀᴇᴛᴜʀɴ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ? ɴᴏ, ᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴊᴏᴜʀɴᴇʏ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ꜱᴛᴏᴘ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ. ʙʀɪᴇʟʟᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ʜᴜʀᴛ, ʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴ. ꜱʜᴇ ᴇɴᴅᴜʀᴇᴅ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪᴛ ʜᴜʀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴄᴀɴ ꜱʜᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴀɴʏᴍᴏʀᴇ?Complete
What happens when you cannot remember half of the things you do in life? When you need to keep track of said things, so as to not get into awkward situations? Then you add a borderline sociopathic girl into the mix? Simple, you get a dairy/journal/whatever is manly.
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