Mistaken Identity
Monday, October 17, 2005
He dreamt about his foe that night, a dream that included fistfight. Too bad i was the recipient of that one fist that smacked right in my nose, i couldn't do anything but wince in pain, waiting for blood to flow but there was none. The first thing i did when i woke up was to feel my nose...darn it, it didn't get broken...haha...otherwise it could have been my chance to have it fixed (fyi...that's the part of my face which i dislike so much), so i told him, next time you dream again...hit harder ok?
p.s. (to you) scoop, ain't it? come on, feast on it :-P
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