Until Death
I am not fat or thin, just normal size, distinguished from the newbies that just arrived this morning.
They are fat, well-built, and scoundrel. But, that doesn't concern me. "Who will place a bet on a malodorous skeleton boy?" Mr Clarkson yelled, followed by the mocking voice of the stupid audience.
I yelled back, making sure that I let my voice go louder and higher enough for them to hear.
"Your people are the skeleton." When I heard the crowds gasping in shock, it was obvious they didn't expect such abusive words from me. But who cares?
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