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Saturday, October 11, 2008
Cockroach

There it was lying on the door. Brown, disgusting, dirty, ugly, nasty and gross. I swear I was ready to cry and jump out of my window. The thought of the mean, shit-looking insect being stuck in the same room as me is horrifying. I had only one escape route and the bugger had to stay there. I could not decide if shouting for my dad or calling people to yell would be a better option. Then the smart me decided to wear my specs and take a closer look at the disgusting asshole from the other corner of my room. It was just a knob to keep my door open. How smart. I freaked out for no apparent reason. Maybe its just time for me to visit the optician again =) Thank god that no cockroaches live in the room with me.


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