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Scaryduck LIKES EGG, Thu 4 Jun 2009, 13:33)
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It happened in slow motion...I was seventeen. He was a man in a kilt. He offered me a cup of tea. I declined. I turned to go back to my tent. He picked up the cup and started to pour in the water. From behind me, I heard a sound that has never been rivaled - a sound of a man in severe pain. Turning, I saw the kilted man clutching his groin, the cup on the floor and a dark stain of water upon the tartan material. He staggered and fell to the floor.
After the ambulance turned up, I decided to have a cup of tea after all.
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