Monday, January 11, 2010


A contemptuous flicker burned in her eyes; hatred.
"monkeys!" she thought.
Six people stand in front of her, piles of things reaching
past the brims of their carts, evidence of their sluggish
overweight existence.
Madness parts the grin on her lips, "Doesn't Wal-Mart
have a gun section?" she thought.

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