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A Dream, Ariana Grande, and Cute: After sex selfies are always so damn cute The Summer of 1801 was hot and humid. All the slaves were slaving away in the fields, as the white man watched. Us slaves were planning our escape, and today was the day. I wipe my forehead of sweat and yell back towards the plantation. "Massa! You gon wanna come see dis." The man spits out his tobbaco and grabs his rifle. I get nervous as he walks towards me. "Whats the problem boy?" I point to the cotton. "Id say theres an insect of the sorts eating tha cotton roots massa." He lays his rifle down and bends over to inspect the plant. I quickly grab the gun and beat him repeatedly over head until hes more lifeless than a Ariana Grande concert. I nod to the other slaves and we charge back to the plantation house. Rodney, who got 10 lashings for fucking a cow, kicks down the door with his powerful legs. We storm into the house and all of the house wives scream. We silence them and head downstairs to the basement. We find more rifles and distribute one to all the other slaves. We had to hurry before Massa 2 came back from the market. When we get back up stairs we hear barking. The dogs. One time my friend Jim had his penis ripped off by one when he tried to escape. But I aint afraid to hurt a dog word to Vick. The slaves decide to split up and I run out on my own. I make the decision to run towards the creek. I hear barking behind me and its getting closer. The river is yards infront of me. I turn my head and see a Massa with a dog. Massa points his rifle at me and shoots. I duck and dive into the river. I stay submerged until the current pushed me far enough away. Its over. (LMAO SIKE YOU THOUGHT THESE STORIES NEVER HAVE GOOD ENDINGS) I wake up in my tent, sweat dripping from my forehead. It was just a dream.

The Summer of 1801 was hot and humid. All the slaves were slaving away in the fields, as the white man watched. Us slaves were planning our ...