Milk Shake

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Reads 50
Votes 3
Parts 1
Time <5 mins

Rattlehead... Shaky hands... Tired brown eyes' pupils.. Very comfy and loose-fitting clothes... The kid was waiting for an unexpected catastrophy, paradoxically. The latest news that he was hearing every night on TV had led him to be paranoid about the world, the conditions he was living in and worstly, his own life path. He could be gunned down on the street by a scary stranger or become a horrible victim of a terrorist bomb attack in a random coffee shop, a movie theater or on the street surrounded by suspicious trash cans on every corner. The boy started to bite his nails. The waiter asked him if he wanted to order anything. The kid, suddenly, leaving all his worries aside, looked vibrant and ordered a milk shake. 
    
    ECE DORSAY  - 15 october 2015All Rights Reserved

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Milk Shake
Wed, Nov 11, 2015

Rattlehead... Shaky hands... Tired brown eyes' pupils.. Very comfy and loose-fitting clothes... The kid was waiting for an unexpected catastrophy, paradoxically. The latest news that he was hearing every night on TV had led him to be paranoid about the world, the conditions he was living in and worstly, his own life path. He could be gunned down on the street by a scary stranger or become a horrible victim of a terrorist bomb attack in a random coffee shop, a movie theater or on the street surrounded by suspicious trash cans on every corner. The boy started to bite his nails. The waiter asked him if he wanted to order anything. The kid, suddenly, leaving all his worries aside, looked vibrant and ordered a milk shake. 
    
    ECE DORSAY  - 15 october 2015

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