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Posted: Thu Jan 08, 2015 4:04 pm
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Posted: Fri Jan 09, 2015 3:02 am
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Ken shook his head. "Thanks, but no thanks. It's something I gotta do on my own. It's my own personal demon to handle.", Ken stated as the bell rang. "Oh crap, that's the bell! See ya Alana!", Ken waved as he rushed towards his first period. He actually made it on time to first period, study hall, on time. And he came across the lamia once more, just without her tail. Ken took his seat away from her and took out Fire Emblem Awakening, and started to play, tuning out the chatter around him from his classmates.
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Posted: Fri Jan 09, 2015 10:40 am
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Posted: Fri Jan 09, 2015 3:18 pm
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Posted: Fri Jan 09, 2015 3:42 pm
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Posted: Fri Jan 09, 2015 4:26 pm
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Posted: Fri Jan 09, 2015 4:55 pm
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As he laid in the ambulance, Ken's mind seemed to be dreaming. Said dream was the usual scene. "Hey hon, I'm home.", Ken would say. As he came into the living room, Ken would see his girlfriend of two years on the couch. With another man. "What the hell is this now...?", Ken mumbled weakly. He couldn't understand what exactly was happening. "Exactly what it looks like assbreath. Now take a hike.", she would say. "W-wait a minute, what's going on?", he would mutter. Finally she would get up, grab a bottle and smash it across his torso, forcing him to the floor. "Exactly. What. It. Looks. Like.", she would say with every stomp. "Now get your things and get outta my home.", she'd whisper, before returning to the couch with a rather scared looking new boyfriend. The exact same dream. Repeated end on end. Like a broken record.
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