Somewhere in Europe...

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Five young boys are playing in the snow, all seem to be having fun, one of them scoops up some snow and th- EUGH!,

Ah I remember now, I was one of them, and I got hit because I was narrating the whole thing. 

Ah, this little b i t c h

"WHY DID YOU HIT ME IN THE BALLS?!" I screamed while holding onto my precious gems.

"Your fault for just standing there talking to yourself" says one of the boys, W-Wait, one of the boys? 

"WAIT A MINUTE WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU GUYS?!"

"We should be the one asking, why are you in the park watching kids play?"

Oops my bad, that does not sound good. Might as well just leave. Why was I there in the first place? I ask myself.

Oh me? Oh yeah should've introduced myself. The name is-

CRASH or THUMP or whatever sound that made.

Right, I just got hit by a truck, my mind turns blank, I suddenly feel hazy, ah, must be the coffee again.

I feel my consciousness coming back, It was the coffee, thank God I didn't really got hit by a truck....

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"COFFEE MY ASS , WHY THE FUCK AM I IN A TRASH BIN?!"