Cale Rosiér
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Violence is just a means to an end...(sigh)...and here goes the world, naming it our God and king...
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Post by Cale Rosiér on Dec 13, 2007 15:59:54 GMT 1
As Cale was making his second lap around one of the school buildings, spitting and sweating to lose weight for the wrestling weigh-in to come, he stopped for a second. All his strength had left him at once and he began to walk. His rough estimation told him that the rest of the weight would fall off naturally as the day went on and he need only make it until he got off that scale. Then he could drink all the water he wanted and get a light supper before his match. Then he could sleep on the bus ride home. (sigh)
As he thought about it, rest sounded better than anything else at the moment. He slumped down against the building and instantly, his eyes began to grow extremely heavy. He nodded off for a moment, dreams of baguettes, fancy hats, and the Louvre filling his head. When he came to, he looked at his phone to see what time it was. Thank goodness, he had only been asleep 7 minutes...his heart had jumped. But the stranger fact was exactly who or what had woken him up? He quickly rose his head to investigate.
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