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A braindead conversation between me and some... thing.
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| Hi. I think you're scary looking. | |
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As usual, I tick whatever I'm talking to off.
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Naturally, something bad happens.
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| Haha. Now yer an ugly bitch too. See how you like being called you're ugly and scary and everything every god damn day of yer god damn life... *keeps going off about god knows what* | |
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