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eclair
dimanche, octobre 18, 2009

He died

Yesterday. We went to see animals, came across hamsters and I was telling him my experience with them.
How fat, how diseased, how hyperactive were the hamsters my friends and I had. And he didnt say a word.
Oddly, I could guess what he was thinking, so I confirmed it.

'Are you thinking of shooting it?'
'How did you know! You can read my mind. I was thinking whether if I used my pistol to shoot it, will the bullet go straight thru or just stop halfway...'
(his pistol, back at home)

Haha I was pretty sure it will stay in the poor hamster's body. Not like its a fast speed bullet right? Anyway that was pretty funny.
The Hurt Locker was a good movie btw. We had so much fun


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Oh and I fell down for the second time in school on Friday. (Imagine me running damn fast den suddenly dropping flat to ground.) This time it was fucking hilarious. He named Friday as the 'Bash-Clarice' day because I kept injuring myself. Damned

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K so much funny things happened. I just cant keep typing like this right.
Makes this whole post weird. Got to go!


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