wow, her new boyfriend looks like a cross bewteen a fat bigfoot and and abald bigfoot. jesus. why the hell was i ever with that?

The young man walks down the street at an early morning hour. He wishes he knew the time, but his watch was broken during the events of the past forty five minutes. It's a good thing i'm wearing dark clothing he thinks as he notices the dampness on his shirt and pulls his hands away to see the blood. He can't remember if it's his or hers. A police car rushes by him swiftly going back in the direction in which he came. He shoves his hands into his pockets, knowing that their going to fast to notice, but still self conscious about what happened. He wonders to himself, as he takes the turn towards the local grocery store. He walks up the hill and sees the obnouxious reds and blues of another squad car from his preopherial vision. He ducks into a thicket of trees and takes off his shirt. She sliced him in the belly with that fucking knife...What the hell did happen?Bitch got what she had coming to her he thinks as he zips up the hoodie that she gave him last christmas. The one that he had loved her so for giving him, the one that he wrapped around her when she was cold. He stuffed his discarded t-shirt into a nearby hollow tree, making a mental note to retreive it later. The hoodie is a darker color than even his t, so the blood wont show as badly. He makes his way to the store to dress his wound, and sees the ambulance speeding down the road to where he left her. You can put the brakes on and call the coroner now he thinks you wont be saving her anytime soon.

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