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Lucky to be Stabbed
“It hurts less if I stab the right cheek.” The door was locked. I was stuck in a corner. There was absolutely no escaping this one. She leaned in with a fiercely terrifying smile and Read more…
Cycle
Avoiding Death, Elephatitus, and Busses. (In that order)
It was a rough day watching my little Mao (the Chinese tyrant bicycle) be loaded onto the roof of an unroadworthy bus and sadder still watching former cycle buddy, Rohan, pass us three times. It Read more…