- How much do you see me, bitch lesbian?
The girl seemed to be muted by the situation, while his companion was trying to accommodate a tooth that bastard in front of them had knocked with his knuckles.
"Stop me or I'll break the mug you.
"Hey, you, the striking women. "I said and then hitting the women, turned away. It was really great and really cowardice, it may be linked with the wisdom and sanity, but he opened his mouth, apparently too.
-noses also hit who get in my business, you piece of shit. "He said the striker of women and noses. It was uglier than a gangrenous fundaments.
"Well, you talk like your mother, do not you, boy? Like any cheap whore madam. He seemed to give me rope and kept talking as if my eggs were covered by all the deities of Greek mythology.
The guy took a few strides and he caught me by the neck. I hardly heard that my feet were off the ground. Immediately afterwards, I felt like my nose is twisted after hitting the knuckles of my opponent and me tearing vision blurred, however, I could make a pair of female figures outstrip the situation and escape from the dull white night of fog and smoke rising from the drains of the subway.
"Okay, I've learned the lesson and I do not want to play. "I said.
"You're dead son ...
My knee, buried among the devolved English, just before completing the sentence would remember my late mother. I fell down while covering their parts with both hands. Then I joined and sent most of his teeth deep into his throat with his toe. Upon waking, he saw a male figure dripping blood from the nose, it led the situation fleeing the smoke and fog that shit night.
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