Here's another funny plot
And the winner of this year's Quills awards for writing goes to (inaudible)
He straighten his Kente and he knows it's him who else will it be
he has no one to thanks, no one has helped him,he gets to the proscenium all smiles and restful to pick his award , day a few unimportant nonsense but suffnky
What (uh)
aww
she drops it's
Tawai
(err)
what's more she slaps him
he can't believe his eyes this is really happening it wasn't a dream
the scuff on his shoe from the pavement earlier was still there
I have never slept with this mad girl
what the hell he raises to face but he looks at the audience and they are all scowls and quiet
She is undeterred remorseless,
He was hated
the weren't surprised He adjust himself
.since they they weren't looking at him, they would pretty much do the same theh wanted to do this same
what is this
For he hadn't paid the price of the times
he had skipped all the way to fame
He smiled and did the unthinkable, he decided there and then that he wanted peace and without saying anything,
Jumped down from the proscenium to receive the slap of peace
He starts from the first person on the front froe
and they slap him
(what is this)
this want the congratulations he jpped for
They slapped how they felt
some slapped him midlly ,
other quite hard
as they slap him he mind flashes back to thepint in his life when he was an assholes to them
a missed appointment an insouciance therr an indifference
what have be done to deserve this, they sneered at him and he sought to prove them wrong, now that he did , he is still in the wrong
.He had refuse to feign a hapless for them to bell him
he isn't supposed to be that self reliant, he was supposed to feign helplessness so that they could eba apart of his sorry useful to him
they kept at it
This hall was large and it occupied 500 fellow writtrd and editors
Hm he was crying now,
what did he do wrong
his face was swollen
they didn't have any pity he wasn't dreaming
they slapped him
He finally finished with a big ouch on the stomach , he pushed down the stairs
towards the outside
and cried he hadn't cried him a long time
He was an orphan he brought himself up
they sat down and continued like he wasn't there.
this was planned the
how dar he become a somebody in a world filled with desperate nothing
The next award..
he cried he hasn't cried in a king time
he was happy they had crude him
What was that line by Kipling..
if blood be the price of admiralty
Lord God we ha' paid it in
And the winner of this year's Quills awards for writing goes to (inaudible)
He straighten his Kente and he knows it's him who else will it be
he has no one to thanks, no one has helped him,he gets to the proscenium all smiles and restful to pick his award , day a few unimportant nonsense but suffnky
What (uh)
aww
she drops it's
Tawai
(err)
what's more she slaps him
he can't believe his eyes this is really happening it wasn't a dream
the scuff on his shoe from the pavement earlier was still there
I have never slept with this mad girl
what the hell he raises to face but he looks at the audience and they are all scowls and quiet
She is undeterred remorseless,
He was hated
the weren't surprised He adjust himself
.since they they weren't looking at him, they would pretty much do the same theh wanted to do this same
what is this
For he hadn't paid the price of the times
he had skipped all the way to fame
He smiled and did the unthinkable, he decided there and then that he wanted peace and without saying anything,
Jumped down from the proscenium to receive the slap of peace
He starts from the first person on the front froe
and they slap him
(what is this)
this want the congratulations he jpped for
They slapped how they felt
some slapped him midlly ,
other quite hard
as they slap him he mind flashes back to thepint in his life when he was an assholes to them
a missed appointment an insouciance therr an indifference
what have be done to deserve this, they sneered at him and he sought to prove them wrong, now that he did , he is still in the wrong
.He had refuse to feign a hapless for them to bell him
he isn't supposed to be that self reliant, he was supposed to feign helplessness so that they could eba apart of his sorry useful to him
they kept at it
This hall was large and it occupied 500 fellow writtrd and editors
Hm he was crying now,
what did he do wrong
his face was swollen
they didn't have any pity he wasn't dreaming
they slapped him
He finally finished with a big ouch on the stomach , he pushed down the stairs
towards the outside
and cried he hadn't cried him a long time
He was an orphan he brought himself up
they sat down and continued like he wasn't there.
this was planned the
how dar he become a somebody in a world filled with desperate nothing
The next award..
he cried he hasn't cried in a king time
he was happy they had crude him
What was that line by Kipling..
if blood be the price of admiralty
Lord God we ha' paid it in
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