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Who is that ******* man that keeps poking his ugly head in my room? Saying my name like he knows me. I imagine seeing a face when I came out of the womb; a hairy face with glasses just under his forehead. That was my Dad. This ******* man, coming in my room. Who are you?
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May 28, 2014
May 28, 2014 at 1:32 AM UTC
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Who is that ******* man that keeps poking his ugly head in my room? Saying my name like he knows me. I imagine seeing a face when I came out of the womb; a hairy face with glasses just under his forehead. That was my Dad. This ******* man, coming in my room. Who are you?
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May 28, 2014
May 28, 2014 at 1:32 AM UTC
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