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Marsha moved down south. She got sick of all the shit.
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| Goodbye Marsha. I'll miss you. | |
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I left my mom's. I got sick of all her shit.
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| Bye, Mom. Sorry things didn't work out. I will come by every now and again to see my brother and sister. | |
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| I'm glad you're leaving! And don't think about coming back! | |
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I signed up for the Air Force Reserve, not to be patriotic, to escape the hell I called home.
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