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Okie Ki's frightened. When got home from work today, noticed all the cigg's in Sony's ashtray were lined up in a neat little line. Figured Sony'd done it (by the way, Ki doesn't smoke), didn't think anything of it, went inside. Well, just picked up Sony from work, and we got home, she asked if Ki'd lined up her ciggs, meaning she didn't do it. Someone, at some point, came to my house, went to Sony's ashtray, and lined up her ciggs.

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Innocent victim
She let that thought play through her mind for a moment...
Was there really such a thing?
Had anybody in this day and age ever gone through life doing no wrong?
Not told a lie, not had a malicious thought, not made a catty comment, not jaywalked, not left their cellular phone on during a film, not put a beverage containing only 1oz of liquid back into the refridgerator, not eaten all the marshmellows out of the cereal and left only the crunchy grainy peices behind?
Everybody, at some point, had in some way, wronged another human, and therefore whatever comes to them is justified, even if the reasons are none too apparant to the one doing the harming.

She was on the verge of snapping and she knew it.

She looked about the "cozy" cafe, and all the patrons that filled it, and as she reached for her disgustingly flakey pastry with the gooey icing, she felt her stomach turn. The reality of being human. It was so sickening. If she rolled the dice and bet her odds she figured that at this very moment 1 person in the room was with a cold, one person probably had a bit of toilet paper stuck to their bum, 4 people hadn't showered that morning, and 7 of them hadn't washed their hands after going to the restroom. Then there were probably a couple that didn't wipe well enough, a couple that picked their nose and wiped their hands on their clothes, some that didn't cover their mouth when they coughed, someone with dog feces on the bottom of their shoes, and she bet her bottom dollar that one of them had been off fucking in a filthy alley and had dried splooge crusted over their chest and abdomen. And they were all breathing on her. They were all milling about her, breathing on her, and laughing, and stuffing their faces, and their little skin cells were dying and flaking off, and surrounding on her, and ugh!!!

She put the pastry back on the plate, and, suppressing the urge to vomit then and there, she got up, and she ran out the door.