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The red pool of ink seeped into the cracks in the floor reminding him of his mother. Always bleeding. She was always bleeding.
Such was the life of a hemophiliac. Luckily her doctor, a local expert in bleeding profusely suggested an alternative.
''Let's get the f%*& out of here !'' The choice was easy to make : run away like
a little girl, home to my mother. She knew how to make me feel better- cookies. The best were
made by small children in a sweat shop. Each small bit of chocolate was put in by hand, whilst the cookie was still hot. Great stuff! Those kids can make anything, the best thing i saw them make was a
paper mache vibrator.
