We found a hotdog cart and were very excited. We had been walking a lot and building up our appetite even more. When I saw the menu my heart sank. Two dollars for one hotdog?!?! What a ridiculous request! I threatened to destroy the workers entire bloodline but he wouldn’t budge. I suggested to the girls that we should just kill each other for it. They both thought that it was a reasonable thing to do and were on board.
We waited until noon (so that the sun wouldn’t be on either side of us) then it began. There was a lot of blood and hair being ripped out. Ya know, the usual. In the midst of it all, I remembered the need to tell Pink. This couldn’t wait. I grabbed her arm and told her “Pink… I have something to tell you. Something really important. I am your mother” She began to tear up and seemed as if she was about to say something when I realized something. Where did Klimidya go? Just then I felt a sharp pain in my back as she sunk her blade into my flesh. It didn’t hurt that much. I was mainly disappointed that I wasn’t able to eat the hotdog.
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Ah yes, i think i’ll remember that fight for ages to come. I’ll tell my granddaughters and grandsons that it was bigger than WW2. At least, i thought it was. The hotdog was pretty good. I enjoyed myself for the shot period of time that i was able to without remembering i was on the run.
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