Running from Tito Ortiz
Tito was about five foot five, in the past he has been praised for his blurred five mile dash back when he was in his high school's track team. Now he was in his early thirties, he had no lady, no kids, just a basic job with basic pay.
Sometimes he felt depressed for his life's turn out, but other times he felt enraged for life turning on him. He had won scholarships for his gifted yellow latin legs, but yet here he was handing out cigarettes and watching TV - all day, every day. Sometimes he simply could not believe himself.
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He used to dream about his life - what was real and what was supposed to be real. Now all poor old Tito dreams about is being the Flash of his generation. In his head he calls himself Viento because he's so fast that people would mistake him for a strong breeze and sometimes even hurricanes depending on where he was at.
Still though his alter ego Viento was only a figment of his imagination, created for his soul's petty survival. Tito would come up with the most preposterous stories where Viento was very extra incredibly awesome. So when shit actually got real, Viento was ready.
He knew for sure that she wanted the Frosted Flakes, but a good "store clerk" doesn't flinch.
Q#1: Who is Tito Ortiz?
Q#2: Who is Viento?
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