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| ... so ya, Dyan strung me along and messed me up pretty good. I've been very depressed over it. | |
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| At times like these I like to sit at a piano and gently let go of my feelings through the soothing melodies that only the keys can make. | |
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Due to limited characters and graphics, the following is Ivy's brother playing piano, not sitting at a desk. Just humor me and go along with it.
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| I think your pain would feel something like this ... | |
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| YOU FUCKIN' WHORE! YOU USED ME! YOU NEVER LOVED ME! I HOPE YOU SLIDE UNDER A GAS TRUCK AND TASTE YOUR OWN BLOOD! DIE!! DIE!! DIE!! I WANT MY RECORDS BACK! I WANT MY FUCKING RECORDS BACK!! | |
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| *sniff* That was beautiful, man. Kinison would be proud. | |
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| And, ya know, for an extra 50 I can bump her off and make it look like a beastiality experiment gone horribly wrong ... | |
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