Wednesday, April 23, 2014

Sparring

I was shopping at a grocery store, and then I bumped into a girl. I quickly apologized and kept moving on. Then I heard a man yell, "Hey, did you touch my daughter?"
"Not on purpose" I reply. Suddenly, we're fighting. Hand-to-hand, just fighting. From this point on, all I remember is fighting with this man. I don't remember a clear victor. Then I woke up.

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