I hate meeting new people, mostly because there either using me or I'm using them. Once I reached the door I turned around now looking Otis dead in the eyes, I held up the earring he was supposedly wearing. The shock in his eyes amused me, he started running towards me at full speed, he seemed so scared, and that's when I realized I had something important, something with value. I slammed the door in his face and ran the opposite way. Bumping into so many people until I ran straight into a dead end, hearing his footsteps get louder and louder, I stuffed the earring in my mouth begging that I would accidently swallow it
I'm dreaming of a red ruby
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