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October 2, 2006
My head was knocking. My brain was swelling. Soon my ears would start to bleed. My eyes would shrink in their sockets. The dirty little girl behind me kicked the wooden chair in one and a half second intervals. The words of the speaker were coming in broken. I turned around and practically hissed at her. With a look I condemned her mother. Her expression saddened. She knows she missed her chance to tame the defiant animal. A whisper into her spawn's ear. About face and a smooth audible sermon. Minutes later, the bitch started pounding again, with a vengeance.