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Where it's lame with 2 feet and exam papers are not hard but soft and easily torn

Tuesday, May 13, 2008

Chapter 1.9

"Me? Me not you, that's for sure. Who you? Why want me name? Me is who me is! (Even though me not know who me is...)", shouted our hero, as he stares into the eyes of his captor with fear, yet refusing to believe that this is not a dream. The indian looked at him dumbly. Apparently his grasp of English is limited. As the leader tries to find the words, the rest of his mob tightened their grip on their spears, all ready to...

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