vanpirevangogh
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"Mmh yeah, tell me more about how you're going to give them class consciousness".........Karl Marx's day was going well. He had picked up the daily food, studied the newspaper along with the textbook for his university class, and was lightly jogging his way to Sophia Marx's house, his sister's place. As he started to pick the pace up a bit, he began to turn the light jog into a steady run. He kept running until- THUDHis satchel fell to the ground, the heavy textbook carrying the sound of its weight. And with the satchel he to fell to the ground, with another man on the ground as well. The man quickly got up and shot a look at him. It was intense, it was stern, but strangely enough above all, it was sexy to Marx. The furiously frizzled eyebrows and the sexy jawline of the English man Marx just ran into seemed to intrigue him."Sorry i was jogging-""Stay the fuck away from me""Huh?"…