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Not to be rude, but, Kylie, duuuh.
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Date Posted: 22:07:20 07/29/03 Tue
In reply to:
Freeda
's message, "Hey don't put yourself down! You have a talent and I think you should keep writing." on 07:43:18 07/29/03 Tue
Chapter 4
The guy next to me shot me a worried look. "I'm fine," I countered. He nodded and went back to his business, the latest issue of the "Brain Eaters" comix. Whoa. Intense Dream. Whoa. Major hippie moment. Where's my soy cheese? And so I spent the rest of my plane trip looking mournfully out the window or reading my book, The Paranoid Delusions of the Schizo. When we landed, the guy next to me gave me a poke! "I told you to poke me if I was still asleep. IF!" He looked at me as if to say, 'spaaazzz!' I got off the plane,
went into the building and saw the saddest couple. The wife was pretty, with dirty blonde hair, tanned skin, and huge brown eyes. But the man... The words 'overweight', 'clown',
and 'simply tragic' came to my mind. And they approached me!
I kept walking, but they pursued, the man walking quite fast for someone of his weight. "Wait!" the woman called. I stopped and spun around, putting on a false smile. "Are you
Katrina?" the man asked. "Yes I'm Katrina, and if I catch you calling me Katrina, I'll tear your heads off. It's Kat."
And they laughed! At me! Absurd! They followed me to the baggage pick-up, and the man said, "I'll get your bags." I
snickered. "As if he needs any more baggage." I said under my breath. They didn't hear me. "Which ones are your bags?"
The man asked. "Those ones." I answered, pointing to my bags. He picked them up, and we headed to the car. Oops. My
mistake. Limousine! Yay! Let's hear it for the weirdos!
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