Jumping up quickly after the blast, he couldn't

Jumping up quickly after the blast, he couldn't believe his eyes. There was nothing left. Just ten seconds ago he had been enjoying
a wonderful cup of Starbucks coffee. Looking around he wondered just who the hell would blow up a Starbucks in the first place.
Then he spotted her. The girl with kaleidoscope eyes. He had heard about her once in a song, but here she was.... looking? at him. Was she responsible or was I
delusional? Probably the latter. She hadn't done much aside from stare at me like there wasn't anything there. Perhaps she was blind. I asked myself, who cares, and walked over
to the bar. "What's up with that chick?" I asked the bartender. "She stupid or somethin?" I didn't even have time to react before I was on the ground staring up at the most
Ugly man I had ever seen. He was fat, had sweat stains on his face, a oddly shaped mustache, and was looking at me as if I was his son. I had no idea who he was until
I remembered that I met him at a really bad party when I was in college in which he got drunk and threw up on my shirt. I tried to ignore him but he came over and said
"You were the first girl I ever puked on, but you have to admit that cherry is really not your color." I remembered that I had been wearing
my mother's wedding dress. Sure, it looked silly now, especially with the red stain, but at the time it made sense. I looked up from my soiled dress to study the face before me.
The mock terror flashed an instant of satisfaction. A swift axe kick to the groin and my heels met the floor once again; but baptized in the blood of my enemy. All regrets faded.

Started: 2010-11-04 00:22:53
Finished: 2010-12-01 21:23:20

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