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| Hi. I'm Butch. I never express my own thoughts outside of killing, so I'm going to give it a try, so you can get to know me. Ready? | |
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| KILL HER. RIP OUT HER SPLEEN. CUT OFF HER HEAD. IMPALE HER. GOUGE OUT HER EYES. | |
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| I'm sorry, that was mother. She thinks being dead still gives her the right to control my life. | |
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