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| I sense much anger in you. | |
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| My parents don't get me. I'm alone in the world. No one feels pain like I do. My little brother always makes me mad. Why do I feel this way? | |
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| It's called puberty, son. | |
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| Oh. Well then... like a teenager, you should either stop acting like a little bitch or shut the fuck up and kill yourself. Either way I'm going to go fart on a whisker biscuit. | |
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