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| 17 Sep 2012 10:47 PM |
| About OT. Then have it sold on the ROBLOX store. |
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| 17 Sep 2012 10:48 PM |
> ROBLOX store.
pics or it didn't happen
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| 17 Sep 2012 10:48 PM |
| Most people will probably skip the boring chapter(s)... |
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| 17 Sep 2012 10:49 PM |
"Blending for the Handicapped Children of Argentina"
My mother was a farm woman. My father was a professional businessman. We were a middle-class family, and this is what made it challenging; I had a handicapped older brother. My name is Aldelmo, I am Argentine. This is my story. |
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| 17 Sep 2012 10:52 PM |
| My brother's name was Legs. My parents have an twisted sense of humor. His original name was Amilio, but when they found out he was handicapped, they went straight to the courts and changed his name. They said it was a punishment to Legs for him ever being born. My parents later died in a fire. I've never Legs more happy in his life. |
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| 17 Sep 2012 10:53 PM |
Chapter 1 The story of the 1x1x1x1 rumor
HURDURDURDURDUR |
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| 17 Sep 2012 10:55 PM |
| We had to live with our father's sister. She was a nun, but she respected Legs, and took care of him the best she could. The only problem was, Legs had a slight mental handicap, too. Along with dyslexia, Legs was slow in two ways: speed and cleverness. |
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| 17 Sep 2012 10:56 PM |
| Naw, I think Chapter 1 should be about the valiant but unsuccessful OT revolt of 09, in which a few brave OT'ers attempted to destroy all forms of moderation in the OT post, but failed. I've never seen so many banning and destroyed souls, it was awful. |
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| 17 Sep 2012 10:57 PM |
| Can we continue with our special story? The one about the handicapped kid? |
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| 17 Sep 2012 10:58 PM |
>OT >write a book
I'm sorry, but no one is going to pay to read a story that about ponies, pudding and innuendo that was original written in purple crayon. |
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| 17 Sep 2012 10:58 PM |
| During the later years, Legs became more open about his feelings and such. One day while walking through the park in Valdez City, I watched him pick up a squirrel and snap it's legs, and than laugh at it's pain, while screaming "HOW DOES IT FEEL?!?!?". It was at this time I began to realize Legs was not like the other kids. |
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| 17 Sep 2012 11:01 PM |
| Oh my god, that thing would be right up there with 50 Shades on the age rating scale |
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| 17 Sep 2012 11:01 PM |
| No, Legs was quite different. He liked to isolate himself to most people. He would only talk to a select few, who had to talk for him in school and other places. He also had a strange sense of humor. Sometimes he would stair out the window, when seemingly nothing was happening, and laugh hysterically. He looked like he almost enjoyed breaking that poor squirrel's legs that day. |
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| 17 Sep 2012 11:07 PM |
| It was about a week after the Squirrel incident when the Gestapo came to our door. They said they had dug up our parent's bodies and had found scissors jabbed into the throat of our mother, and a pencil in our father's eye socket. Legs and the Gestapo officer made contact for a few moments, then Legs silently handed him a 3000 peso coin. We never heard from him again. I began to think that Legs may be a sociopathic criminal. I started locking my bedroom door at night. |
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| 17 Sep 2012 11:11 PM |
(Commando was banned, this is me.)
He yet, he was my brother, and I had to help him. I was one of the only people he could talk to, and he clung to me and relied on me the most. So one night I knew I had to talk to him. I knocked on his door, and he opened it. I had found that he was staring at the window again, but this time crying. I said to him, "Brother, we need to talk. I'm really worried about your mental state." As soon as I said that, he broke down crying. |
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| 17 Sep 2012 11:40 PM |
| After he was done crying, me and him had a very long and heartfelt talk. We hatched a plan about how we would leave our life of poverty in Valdez City, move to America, and find medical treatment for my brother. The plan was to kill my Aunt. While she was a nun, and bless her for taking care of us, she had life insurance with a million dollar coverage. All of our kin had died, so we were all she had. If she died, we would receive the cash. So that night we carried out our plan. A week later, the check arrived in the mail. |
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| 17 Sep 2012 11:44 PM |
| Ever since then, for a very long time, Legs was quiet. I could tell he was upset and grieving over our aunt, but was strong enough to not show it. After that, we jumped on a plane to America. We had no plan, and no idea of our new surroundings. I was the only one who knew english, and we had a hard first week. |
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| 17 Sep 2012 11:53 PM |
| I would contribute but I don't want to mess it up |
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| 17 Sep 2012 11:55 PM |
| Submit something and we will deem you worthy or not. |
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