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The sun was starting to set on the awnings of Mr. Chongs Taco Take Away.
Franklin, lay unconsciousnes now. Wallet and phone stolen by the very attendents that sold him the taco he had craved so desperately not hours earlier and which had ultimately lead him to his current predicament. Franklin felt like a puddle fetted mud at the bottom of a well long past repair.
In another time or place this would've meant the end for Franklin, the end of selling oxygen to orphans, the end of removing kidney's from his patients as trophies.
Not on this night though, this night was different...but not special Franklin didn't believe in special.
Out of the dwindling light walked a woman who by all rights should have wanted Franklin's head.
Wearing a shirt that said...
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Last edited by Jo_Culprit; 05-05-2011 at 06:43 AM.
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