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2020-09-06 21:11:48"How'd you do that?"
His visage hewn a sapid smile at that. He was enjoying the effect of the alakazam on her. The effect of it on her reaction. Of course she seemed intruged and swept of her feet. His eyes widened at intervals whenever she gave gaunt gaze. Of course he knew what that meant, but he wouldn't savor. He had learnt to deal with all sorts of things. He had learnt to sort them. He had learnt to make them count. He had learnt to pull the rage and entice his will. He was a clone of himself at that moment.
She was looking at the tree. She hadn't quit looking at it. He was sure that she could stand forever there trying to make meaning of what had just happened. The pair of clothes hanging from her shoulders to her waist, shielded her pulpy tits. She seemed to have more than she was supposed to. They were such that, if they had their way they could come
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"Atta." His lips rehearsed. Twas to himself. His eyes were wide. His rage was kindled. There was no one to assert it on. He wasn't actually willing to assert it on anyone but of course he would be very glad to do it if the opportunity came tumbling to his way. He would be very glad to snap at it. How heavenly it would be for him to have a grasp on it and tell himself that things would work out differently. Tell himself that he would pass the test of time. That he would last the ordeals and wiles. That he would make pawn of so many a stances. But he knew that he was telling himself a lie. He knew what a lie was and would not hold back its semantic denotations. He needn't to be so worry about so many a things. Of what use was it to him? Of what stance was it to him? Worry is a figment of illusion which makes itself feel as though it's more than what exactly it is. It
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"Has anyone seen the Nymph?" The gladiator before him shook his head. The same looked at another one standing not far from him. He also shook his head. That went one like a spell till all of them were done shaking their heads. Probably that was a new art. Or simply put, they didn't want to say anything. Like didn't have anything to say. And kept travelling their gazes from the seated master to the rest of them. They probably had somethings in mind against him but wouldn't spill it. Like a gaunt grudge against him. But it didn't matter. They simply couldn't act. What is defected is therefore not worth it. He could say that over and over again. He was done watching his back. He had left the gladiators to make rage of whatever they wanted to do. They could go ahead and ambush him whenever they wanted to. He didn't care whether or not they would have a hold on him. He didn't care whether or not they wou
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"Dickhead" He looked over his shoulder to be sure that the lad was not tailing him. It seemed as though he saw something and halted. Though he couldn't see the owner of the draws, yet the sassy sun canvassed the pored presence of a trailer by sketching his silhouette in the eerie earth. He knew what to do with the lad. He had no idea why the lad was tailing him. He had said that he wanted power and that he wanted to perform the acts of the apt alakazam he had seen him prune in the arena sometimes back. But he wouldn't show him the alakazam. He wouldn't teach him. He would rather show him the pulpy path to hell or Utopia, where he wished to go. He would teach him not to tail anyone of such sort as him. He would make him know the difference between a human and clone. He didn't care whichever of the two he was called. He was simply not moved by anything! Since when had he started to be moved. But an instinct wouldn
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"Uhmmmm." He acted as though he was confused. Like the Monarch didn't say anything positive about the Cod. Like something of such sort. He looked the Cod over again with the impression of raising his hope for naught. His plans were hideous and probably trained by dimwittedness. There were obviously a lot etched or seeped in the eerie expression which his face puked. The Cod tried very hard to be patient and sane. Not to prick some hideous act. The porter looked through him, then past him, considering the plain. The Cod had no idea what kinda psycho such porter was. He probably was pawning him. He probably was a clown. That didn't matter to him. He hated jokes. If the porter did know who he was, he wouldn't prune such jolting jokes before him. A part of the Cod wanted to smash the Porter's head. He wanted to crush his guant guts and teach him how to deal with strangers. He thought over it again. He wanted t
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