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I sat outside in the dark finishing up the end of a cigarette and reading a book of poetry, Classy night, I'm thinking... I stood up and took a step to the door hearing no - feeling - a crunch beneath my foot, A ******* roach. My first roach-squash, I've managed to avoid this situation even though I've lived in Texas for 23 years of summer nights. I wish you'd been here to hear me scream at the carnage in horror, This was always your job. You've trained me well.
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May 20, 2015
May 20, 2015 at 12:56 AM UTC
Making it out on your own
I sat outside in the dark finishing up the end of a cigarette and reading a book of poetry, Classy night, I'm thinking... I stood up and took a step to the door hearing no - feeling - a crunch beneath my foot, A ******* roach. My first roach-squash, I've managed to avoid this situation even though I've lived in Texas for 23 years of summer nights. I wish you'd been here to hear me scream at the carnage in horror, This was always your job. You've trained me well.
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May 20, 2015
May 20, 2015 at 12:56 AM UTC
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