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“I no black”, he muttered through gritted teeth. It was 12:01am on December 21st and a strange sensation had suddenly overcome his body
“I..no .. black”.. he began to convulse. He doubled over, hands on the knees of his jeggings, his smedium v-neck clammy against his body.
“I..no .. black”.. he began to convulse. He doubled over, hands on the knees of his jeggings, his smedium v-neck clammy against his body.
Rivulets of sweat began pouring from the brim of his yankee fitted, cascading down his perfectly arched brows, stinging his eyes defiantly. “Papi.. lo siento, pero..”his shoes burst into flames that quickly crawled up his leg, his sentence replaced by an anguished scream
Soon, all 5 feet and 5 inches of him was aflame and the pained howling was replaced by a feral growl, as if the conflagration was fueled by his own frustration . As the angry blaze reached a crescendo, it began to rumble.. until suddenly, a pained voice could be heard
From within... “ soy... Dominicano” it said. Then there was a boom as loud as 1000 thunderclaps, and just like that, the fire disappeared, combusted by the pressure of his own confusion.
