DictionDoctor
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- May 27, 2011
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The dark crimson liquid fell, a singular drop, almost suspended in shape of a tear. Accelerating towards the clean white carpet, threatening a never-ending stain. Kivar reached out his palm and caught the small drop on his finger tip. Lifting his hand, Kivar lightly placed his finger onto his tongue, revealing in the taste. A slight moan escaped his lips and with a satisfied sigh he placed his empty glass onto the kitchen counter.
"I absolutly adore a glass of cranberry juice in the morning, amazing way to start the day." He chuckled a little, but was soon interuppted by the glare that the clock protested. "Oh shit." Kivar quickly picked up his keys and hustled out of his apartment's door and locked it behind him. Rushing as fast as he dared down the steps, Kivar already had his key out and ready for when he reached his car. Once inside Kivar turned his key, only to recive a deep chugging sound in return. "Come on, come on," he urged the vehicle, turning his key once more. His attempt was rewarded with the warm pure of his vintage '68 Mustang. "Thats my girl," and with that Kivar was off to work.
"I absolutly adore a glass of cranberry juice in the morning, amazing way to start the day." He chuckled a little, but was soon interuppted by the glare that the clock protested. "Oh shit." Kivar quickly picked up his keys and hustled out of his apartment's door and locked it behind him. Rushing as fast as he dared down the steps, Kivar already had his key out and ready for when he reached his car. Once inside Kivar turned his key, only to recive a deep chugging sound in return. "Come on, come on," he urged the vehicle, turning his key once more. His attempt was rewarded with the warm pure of his vintage '68 Mustang. "Thats my girl," and with that Kivar was off to work.