and yet another murder took place. i nearly had ma wind knocked out, this time by ma instructor, whu effortlessly took pleasure in testing his own strength against our torsos. and to think that he was laughing while we stood there without guard and absorbed his shots, was not comparable to the fact tht wd cdnt even hit back!
all's good in the hood, and we left smiling anyway.
ysterdae was a spectacle. tomorrow wd be a miracle. i wana learn how to count cards and beat the dealer at his own game. talk bout double-timing a cheat!
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