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Edited on Tue Jan-16-07 01:38 PM by datasuspect
i was sitting there slurping noodle juice remnants and this man sat next to me. a chill went down my spine. he didn't actually speak, but he smiled at me and the words "you know who i am" were forced into my mind while the features of his face twisted into some luciferian, demonic grimace. he took on the aspect of a vile, evil creature while his fingers grew, slithered, and encircled the bowl as he drew it to his lips. everyone else was oblivious.
he got up, left a $20 on the counter and left after that.
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