i beat you. how does it feel?  you looked pretty pissed off when you left. run away. hide behind........i can still see you fatty. i hated that place anyway... i felt poor...i dont like feeling that way. but now that i moved into a place where they plow before noon....garbage is picked up and people dont try  to get into your face. fuck you fatty. you and your 12 year old companion. nobody has kept  me in the system...who did you think you were. nobody, thats who you are.


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