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Token Bleeding Heart
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Join Date: Apr 2008
Location: Intermission in the THIRD DIMENSION
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Dec 13th, 2009, 01:53 AM
Wow, people are assholes. I was running home, and since it was 12 AM and incredibly foggy and wet, I slipped and sprained my left leg, and bashed the fuck out my my right one. So, I'm basically dragging myself home, and someone drives by, and stops. Our conversation went something like
'Are you okay?'
'I hurt my legs; I can't walk very well...'
'Oh, where do you live?'
'About three blocks away; I have to get through the ditch to get home.'
'Oh, okay. 'Night.'
And he drove off, leaving me to an uncertain fate. Thanks, asshole.
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