Sweet n Sour
I see him.Walking briskly, head bent down to avoid the beating rain. The moonless night is ideal for hunting. I see a faint glimmer of recognition in his eyes. A slight hesitation in his next step.One fist got him squarely in his eye. With his neck in my grasp, i ran down the length of the alley. Late night show! I beat the sh!t out of him.A broken nose, couple of missing teeth later,"...call her..please!", he spluttered. Believe me, i would have let him.She would'nt like it.After all, it was her idea.
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The hunted becomes the hunter?
PS: I notice you have been cured of commenting on your own posts ;)
Haha I was half expecting Totti to be lording over the first post, neat follow up post :)
However how do u explain this 'At his home, a few blocks away, a heart skipped one beat' ?
The story would become interesting, if the characters were 2 dogs...and a bit#$...refer to Casa's post for more fundaes on bit#$es.
Thanks for the free publicity Pointy, but didnt know we needed to use # and $ for that word as well.
casa - pointy is afraid to point fingers, esp, since he is an elite member of that class :p
rohan - what lording? and about skipping beats :p . I can come up with multiple bull shit answers.i will refrain from leaving any such comments though
pointy - i already told you, what i have to say about bitches :)
Rohan has challenged you to give evidence for the claim you made on my blog.... c'mon, stand up to it ;)
go and read the comments of Casa's blog.....u have been royally ra@#d
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