

Yellow Skinned RivalStood at the stove, counting the bubbles in the pan as they rise and burst to the hiss of boiling potatoes. The pitch and tone of the hiss is unbroken and, I begin to think, unstoppable. Then there is the wincing of the bright light which flickers above us like the flickers of a violent migraine. Combined the two create a sharp pain inside my head, something similar to the migraine I had only hours ago been released from. The sense of dread in my stomach, a sticky sick feeling, builds, due, perhaps, to the sting coiling its way around my spine. A signal, sending warning to my brain.Yellow Skinned Rival
Slumped across my skull, pressing
Yes Boss
Dog
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so says the wise old ted
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so says the wise old ted
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saturninus, hidden dr.agon
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so says the wise old ted
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mmmmmmm...forbidden donut...(drools in self content)
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