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    The RING MASTER 8

    “Who’s Kate?” she looked at me scared. Why is it so hard for her to tell me?

     

    “… Why do you want to know? Tell me, because there is no FUCKING reason why would you HAVE to know?”

     

    “That’s my ONE question…”

     

    “Do you want to torture me? Is that it?”

     

    “Yes Carmen. That’s it. I want to fucking, torture you, by asking you the one question you don’t want to answer. I don’t know why I want to know, but I can’t NOT know… Why keep calling her name huh? I try to be with you, do all this things to you to make you feel good and you’re somewhere else… with her… so yes I want to know who is the person who keeps getting in my way…”

     

    “Why do you care?”

     

    “Because I fucking like you… and I don’t know why, but I can’t go a day without thinking of you… you’ve hunted me… I don’t now anything about me and I want to know all about you… for some reason you have this kind of power on me, and I hate it… I hate that you can control me… so I care Carmen… I fucking care who’s the person that’s stopping me for getting what I want…” I feel tears in my face and I wiped them out fast… I can’t believe I’m crying for a person who doesn’t give a fuck about me… a person who is fucking with me because she has too… because I’m the fucking ‘one’… if there is such thing

     

    “Why do you like me?” I laugh at her question and keep walking without answering her question. “Shane…” I don’t respond “She’s um… she my ex ok?… she died” I stopped… I turn around and she has tear in her eyes. She gives me a week smiles and looks up, trying to dried up her tears. “Now you know…”

     

    “I’m sorry…” now is her time to laugh

     

    “Me too…” I walk towards her

     

    “How did she die?”

     

    “I don’t really want to talk about it ok?”

     

    “Why not?” Mask lady said from behind her. She turned around and we were both facing her “Tell me Carmen why don’t you want to talk about it?”

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    1. ok,this is a very twited story hey. very intesting , well I like bizard things so please pps. I only hope shne will take her seat back and make her state a better place to live with a lot of love in our favorite group of friends life

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